Today is a beautiful day because…
I’m lucky to be alive.
Last night, coming home from the grocery, my wife and I got slammed by a guy who was racing to beat a red light.
More on that, in a moment. First, a confession:
I can be something of a curmudgeon. Here’s an example:
When I first got married, I didn’t much like saying I love you all the time to my wife. It seemed repetitive and unnecessary.
Then I watched my dear aunt and uncle in action.
They are retired, with grandchildren and they say it every time they talk on the phone or part ways.
It’s like their religion.
I guess it rubbed off on me and I’m glad it did.
Since I saw them last November, I’ve been pretty good about it. It was weird the first couple days, but I stuck at it, and now it’s as automatic as putting the seat down afterwards.
(Yes, I have now completely covered the two topics I’m good at in husbandry.)
The reason this has come up now is because last night I got T-boned by a color-challenged driver (you know, the one who has a hard time differentiating red from green).
After we got entirely knocked out of the intersection and spun around, I realized that if something had happened I’m glad I’ve learned to tell my wife that I love her.
She knows my position. She’ll never wonder.
And without getting too specific, this “lucky” incident was a great reminder of just how fragile life can be.
In closing, I’ll say this: my last car was an economical one and did not have many safety features.
The wrecked car you see the photo, did.
I’m glad to have spent the extra money. Had I been driving my earlier car, my wife’s head would have smacked into a glass window, instead of side curtain airbags.
Thank you Lexus.
Oh, and totally weird, stranger-than-fiction ending?
Turns out we both thought the driver looked familiar. We were correct to think so…
It turns out he lives in the duplex… directly below us, down our street.
Yes, he’s our next door neighbor. And, no he does not have insurance.
Talk about awkward…