I guess the good news is, I’m not supposed to die yet

I believe that our blessings in life come in two different ways. First are the ones we know about, obvious acts of good fortune that cannot be denied. The second are the ones that we don’t know about, but occur as simple acts of grace while moving on with daily tasks and we are none the wiser. It is the first kind that I’d like to address at the moment.

I was driving my car the other day on the way to the mall. There are two left turn lanes that veer into the mall entrance at the command of dual green arrows on the stoplights. As I approached, one of the lanes was moving at a snail’s pace and had several cars in line. I could not figure out why they were moving so slow when they had a green arrow, so I switched to the other lane that was completely void of other cars and continued through the light. Then several cars honked, and I snapped to attention wondering why they hated me, and it hit me. Not another car, luckily, but the realization that there had been no arrow, only a regular green light.

Oh. My. Gosh. I wanted to flash a sign to the other vehicles and express my apologies, because I wasn’t trying to be a jerk or invite harm to others (or myself). And then I realized how close I had come to one of the oncoming cars traveling at approximately 65 MPH. The reality of what I had just escaped began to sink in, so I pulled into a parking space and tried to breathe. That could have been soooo bad. That was so close. How did I not notice that? I’m a good driver! And this car is only three weeks old! People could have gotten really hurt. Wow. Sooo bad.

So, no. I guess it’s not my time to go, for which I am grateful because how lame would that be to die in the middle of a sugar fast?? Anyway, I’m dedicating this entry to my busy guardian angel. Thanks for another day.