Split seconds was all it took from me heading home on the freeway until finding me and my car smashing head on into one of the cement barriers. All I remember was a car coming into my lane at the same space I was in on the road and at a speed much higher than the rest of traffic.
I swerved to avoid him and then CRASH! The other driver zipped away. I was left with airbags deployed and cracked windows turned sideways on the freeway. I instinctively checked to see if I could turned the car the right way. No cars were heading to me at that second. I quickly started driving and made it across the bridge to my home.
When I came out of it when I got home, I was riveted in shock. I looked at the car and it was totaled. Miraculously, I survived it without one scratch.
I remember moments into impact with the concrete, I saw my life swooped into view in fast motion. I realized I could have lost my life.
There is a surreal realization that this life is precious and that we are on borrowed time. It is so important to enjoy the moments.
Crashing and making it out alive has opened the world for me.
It is said that… nothing else matters much – not wealth, nor learning, nor even health – without this gift: the spiritual capacity to keep zest in living. This is the creed of creeds, the final deposit and distillation of all important faiths: that you should be able to believe in life.
Hope you’re feeling better my friend.
Thank you so much for these thoughts, Eugene. I am grateful for life. I believe in it.