Wrecked...

My brother and I were in a nasty car wreck on Monday. We survived, thanks to seat belts and airbags, but the car didn't. I've been a safe and careful driver for 30 some years, but somehow I managed to drive into a big truck. Little car, big truck, big truck won. Now we have the fun of paying all our medical expenses out of pocket because the insurance company sneakily makes you *buy* medical expenses coverage extra, but somehow neglected to mention it to me when I purchased the coverage. Oh well. Life and learn.

I could easily get into a huge snit over this and be angry and bitter and hurt and all of that emotional tirade crap, but you know what? If you do one HUGE thing for your health and sanity, it would be to circumnavigate the swampy morass of emotional self-pity. It would ONLY hurt me if I got all angry and bitter, etc. So, I am going to focus on the positive (both Terry and I are OK, sore but OK). Getting an airbag in your face is quite an experience though, I tell you. POW, just like in the cartoons. But to my surprise the things worked and for that I am grateful!

So, no fretting. Accept what is, look at reality straight and deal with it. Our lives did not end in a bloody awful wreck and that is a huge blessing. I think--don't know what with what sounds like a horrible future coming soon to your neighborhood and mine, but I'll take whatever blessings the good Lord sends my way.

Onwards, the only direction there is,
HM