Be careful what you wish for
Submitted by Drifter on 2002-10-28 10:42:06, Monday
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Last night I was driving back home from having visited a friend. It was early in the morning (around 12:30am) and the streets were dark. There were few cars out on the main street that I was using, I had the road pretty much to myself. While driving I was doing a lot of thinking about things that have been going on in my life. Though I dont normally feel this way anymore (I remember a time when I would feel like this 24/7), I had a thought about dying and how much easier that would be. For a couple of seconds I thought I wish I were dead. Right as I was thinking that, the most unexpected thing happened. I heard a loud sort of explosion and my windshield blew up. Here I am, driving late at night, the thought of death crosses my mind and I now find myself covered in tiny particles of glass speeding through a freeway. It took me a few seconds to understand what had happened, but before I even understood, I was already calling on God for his protection. I was then filled with fear, I wasnt sure what had happened, I know I had not hit anything, for I wouldve seen anything up ahead, I was paying attention to the road. My thoughts were, perhaps Ive been shot, perhaps I dont feel it yet, but maybe Im hit. Or maybe someone threw a rock from somewhere (its hard to imagine from where, I had not gone under any bridges and I was on the lane furthest from the side of the street). I didnt dare stop the car, for another thought was that I may not be a random target and whoever threw whatever it was wanted me to stop. So I kept driving, and now, my previous problem was gone from my mind, now I was only thinking about what had just happened. One thing became clear, whatever it was that had hit my windshield had hit at an angle that had the windshield broken completely (had I been going a bit faster) it wouldve struck me in the face or neck. Luckily, my windshield had caved in, sending tiny shards of glass all over me, but the large pieces of glass still held up, it didnt go all the way through. I then began to think of what wouldve actually happened had it gone all the way through the glass. I wouldve probably been struck by this mysterious object, moving my hands up to clutch my face, I wouldve lost control of the vehicle and crashed it against the barrier that separated me from oncoming traffic. That's where I wouldve stayed for at least an hour and a half (knowing the incompetence of our ambulance services, and taking into account the fact that it would take a few minutes for a car to notice me and call police). I always wear my seatbelt, so depending on the nature of my wounds, I may have survived for that hour and a half, probably unconscious, but perhaps Id bleed to death. Then I began to think of all the people I wouldve left behind had I been killed. My mom and the news she would recieve the next morning (this morning), my brothers, the rest of my family. My local friends who would be shocked at the news. My online friends who would never know why I disappeared one day and never returned. The thought of death was a really stupid thing to think about, and I cant help but feel like the coincidence is too great that the moment that entered my thoughts this unexpected event happened. Perhaps this was a wake up call from God. Perhaps he was giving me a taste of what it was I had just stupidly asked for and forcing me to realize the seriousness of that thought. Today, my main concern has shifted to how I will get enough money to fix the windshield. The curiosity remains as to what actually happened. Whatever item it was that struck my windshield did not remain embedded in the caved-in glass that it struck. I never saw what it was. I wasnt going under a bridge and there were barely any cars on the street, though there were a few going in the opposite direction (they wouldve been closest to me and separated by a concrete barrier about 3 feet tall). The most logical explenation is that someone from a vehicle headed in the opposite direction flung something out of their window over the barrier and, either on purpose or accidentally, I was struck by it. I still dont know what actually happened, but the moral of this story is, be careful what you wish for, for it may come true. e-mail: webnomad@ziplip.com url: http://www.fpc.net/sites/drifter/ |
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