Ever since I started driving, I've become more aware of how BAD our drivers are, especially (but NOT limited to) of public utility vehicles and large vehicles (like trucks and trailers). They literally drive like they just woke up one day, and decided to take the wheel of a vehicle, with no idea that they drive with other cars on the road. They don't understand that there are lines on the road for a reason, that there are signal lights and break lights for a reason, there are stop lights for a reason and there are road rules and signs for a reason. And it's not just because they're nice to look at.
I don't even want to rant about road courtesies and all that. The way someone drives can actually give you a glimpse of someone's personality and temperament. Now I understand road rage and the like - and I understand why having a gun in your glove compartment can be a very dangerous thing. And it's funny when people say how someone slow or cautious on the road 'drives like a girl.' I'd rather drive that way, than drive like it's my last day on earth.
Ginger was in an accident today. What started out to be an ordinary busy week for everyone, ended up as a true demonstration of God's faithfulness. And today is only Monday. It could've happened another way - and we could've been in the hospital right now, praying for a miracle. Thank God she's safe. We just realized how important it is to pray for safety every single day. Accidents happen, sometimes they're inevitable. But God's hand was in my sister's midst, even at a time like this.
Read her story.
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Today started out like any ordinary Monday. I woke up a little late and of course, had the Monday blues. For the first time in a long time, I drove myself to work.
At around 10:00AM, I had just stopped in front of the stoplight in Ortigas Ext. (the Valle Verde 6 one before Luntala). I heard the squealing of brakes, the sound of metal against metal and the breaking of glasses. And, I felt my car lurch forward a couple of yards. I realized, "crap, I'm in a car accident and I'm going to be late for work."
I didn't think it was that bad. I was sitting down and i heard the vendors screaming outside "Ang bilis ng truck, nakikipagkarera sa bus!." Shakingly, I stepped out of the car. And I was shocked at what I saw. It was a 3 car collision.
There was a huge truck with it's windows smashed in. (the culprit of it all)
In front of him or behind me, there was a Destiny Cable van with the ladder down on the road beside me with all it's windows smashed in too. The passengers of the multicab were slightly injured due to the smashed glass. I took a picture of this when we already moved. See the ladder on top? that fell off.
And then, there was me. Seeing all that, I was floored. I called two people; my dad and Winkle. It was all a blur actually. I called Winkle to say I was going to be late for work, originally thinking I'd still get to go. My hands were shaking which I only realized when the cops came to have my sign a paper and it's still shaking now as I write this now. They kept asking me if I was ok as the ambulance came. And I really was ok, rattled but ok. Praise God for that. However, that made me realize it was a bad accident and I had a close call. And I was really thankful. On a side note, it must have been pretty bad coz the other motorists were stopping to take pictures (salamat ha, at least you took pictures kahit you didnt help! hindi ako bitter, hindi :) haha)
- I had been in the one in front of the truck.
- the ladder had gone through my window instead of going on the side.
I don't want to imagine the answers to those what-ifs and I don't have to. And for that, I have only God to thank. I believe it's really His grace that I'm ok. It wasn't only the circumstance but the car I was in was miraculously not so damaged. Imagine, my car only got dented (even if the dent was really bad) and none of the windows were smashed or even the lights of the car. When you look at the damage on the other two cars, I'm just amazed and very, very thankful. I'm glad God still has other plans for me. :)
I'm also thankful my dad still wasn't in Vietnam so he kept me company in the police station and then I had lunch with him and my sister. Kudos to MMDA, Brgy. Ugong and PNP police in that area. I never thought I'd say this but thanks. They really ensured we were all fine and they made sure the process was quick. I'm also thankful none of us were badly injured especially for those in the Destiny van.
As I sit now at home and write this (my boss excused me from work, thanks :)), I can't help just feeling blessed. I will never take safety for granted ever again. So, I write this to say that yes, miracles still do happen, sometimes in the places where we expect them the least. And yes, He is always in control. Thank you Lord. Thank you. So in case you read this, say a prayer of thanks for me too. :)
