I texted my sister at 12:20 to let her know I would meet her and a few friends for lunch at 12:45. I quickly got ready and headed to my car.
At 12:40, I was headed down 460 west excited to spend time with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Suddenly something caught my eye. The car in the right hand lane was moving into my lane. You always tell yourself you know how you will react when something like that happens; I know I had even rehearsed it in my head. What I rehearsed is not what happened.
My reaction, quickly turn the wheels toward the median. It was a big one so I could slow down and come to a stop and then ease back onto the highway when traffic allowed. Nope, not what happened. I did quickly turn my wheel toward the median but when my wheels caught the gravel the unpredictable began. My car began to skid further into the median. I then felt myself being thrown back and forth between the driver and passenger side of the car as it flipped 2 or 3 times. It finally came to a stop, on its wheels thankfully. I was headfirst in the passenger seat.
At that moment, I could not take a breath. I was scared beyond where I had ever felt fear before. I pushed myself back into the driver’s seat and began to feel the pain as I took a breath. Almost immediately there were people converging on the car…a pastor and his wife, a sheriff from a neighboring county, and Aimee Blanks, our Brentwood Church office manager. I am thankful for each person that stopped, but you know how you feel when a familiar and trusted voice is heard above the crowd. Aimee started the chain of events that gave a foundation of support for the rest of the day. She called my sister, J, and stood by the car until emergency services made her step aside so they could get me out. God had her there at the perfect moment.
The deputy came to the passenger side and asked about my pain and what had happened. I tried to but every breath hurt. I remember him talking to someone near the front of the car telling them to make sure the battery was disconnected. I then heard the sirens and he left to give them his analysis and let emergency services do their job.
Emergency services began assessing the situation around me. I heard them discussing the best way to get me out. I was relieved when I heard someone say they did not have to cut me out. Over the static noise of the situation, I heard the most beautiful voice even though it was filled with panic and concern. It's one voice that always helps to put my heart at ease, my sister, J. She called from a distance since she was not allowed to get near the car. My heart began to calm.
Whose voice calms your heart?
At 12:40, I was headed down 460 west excited to spend time with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Suddenly something caught my eye. The car in the right hand lane was moving into my lane. You always tell yourself you know how you will react when something like that happens; I know I had even rehearsed it in my head. What I rehearsed is not what happened.
My reaction, quickly turn the wheels toward the median. It was a big one so I could slow down and come to a stop and then ease back onto the highway when traffic allowed. Nope, not what happened. I did quickly turn my wheel toward the median but when my wheels caught the gravel the unpredictable began. My car began to skid further into the median. I then felt myself being thrown back and forth between the driver and passenger side of the car as it flipped 2 or 3 times. It finally came to a stop, on its wheels thankfully. I was headfirst in the passenger seat.
At that moment, I could not take a breath. I was scared beyond where I had ever felt fear before. I pushed myself back into the driver’s seat and began to feel the pain as I took a breath. Almost immediately there were people converging on the car…a pastor and his wife, a sheriff from a neighboring county, and Aimee Blanks, our Brentwood Church office manager. I am thankful for each person that stopped, but you know how you feel when a familiar and trusted voice is heard above the crowd. Aimee started the chain of events that gave a foundation of support for the rest of the day. She called my sister, J, and stood by the car until emergency services made her step aside so they could get me out. God had her there at the perfect moment.
The deputy came to the passenger side and asked about my pain and what had happened. I tried to but every breath hurt. I remember him talking to someone near the front of the car telling them to make sure the battery was disconnected. I then heard the sirens and he left to give them his analysis and let emergency services do their job.
Emergency services began assessing the situation around me. I heard them discussing the best way to get me out. I was relieved when I heard someone say they did not have to cut me out. Over the static noise of the situation, I heard the most beautiful voice even though it was filled with panic and concern. It's one voice that always helps to put my heart at ease, my sister, J. She called from a distance since she was not allowed to get near the car. My heart began to calm.
Whose voice calms your heart?
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