Counting my Blessings, one by one

This is the front of what used to be my car....

What you can't see is the engine sitting on the flowers underneath the car, the engine mounts and other car parts scattered across the road, my tire sitting on it's side, and the dented and crushed back of the car. 

 I was in a car accident this week.  I was simply driving down the road when a car decided to pull out in front of me and hit my car. How rude! Right? Yeah, I thought so too, until I found out the lady who hit me is one of the sweetest grandma's in the ward.  She had never been in an accident before. It must have happened in a matter of seconds, but it seemed like a long time to me as I thought logicly what was happening and what I needed to do next such as: "This car is going to hit me!" "I can't see anything!" (the air bag had gone off)  "It is really really LOUD" "I need to hold still and hang onto the steering wheel" "But, the car is still moving so I need to brake!" "Where are the brakes?" "Where are my shoes?" Then it all stopped. The air bag deflated and the first thing I saw was a lot of smoke coming out of my engine.  I tried to get out, but the door wouldn't open. Then a nice elderly gentleman in his socks came and helped me get my door open (it was pressed against the tires) so I could get out. Then my mind went into action again with "I need to find my shoes" "I need to find my phone and information" "I need to call someone to get the kids from school" "I need to call Tyson" and then my brain stopped thinking clearly. 

Long story short... Both cars were totalled, as in crushed beyond repair.  The other driver was safe, and so was I, so we started counting our blessing everyone was safe.  I didn't hardly feel any pain at the accident but by the next morning knew I needed to see a doctor.  I have one broken rib, and both my shin bones are bruised-- not just the skin- the bones.  I am supposed to stay off my feet as much as possible to let them heal, but they may be sore for a very long time.

 "Ty's Mom wanted to see pictures.. they are not pretty.  It is very hard to get pictures of your own legs! I have other smaller bruises and a small cut on my tummy fron the seatbelt, but those you will just have to live without seeing ;) and they are going away quickly. 

My Dad asked me what I thought I was supposed to learn from all this, and my mind went blank again.  But after a few days, I have been learning just how much I am cared and loved.  When I called Tyson.. he dropped everything at work and came right away - he even got there before the police did! He saved my mental state and was my anchor in a traumatic moment.  He has also been there to help at every step so far. He took a day off work to get me to the doctor, and has been there to remind me to rest and take it easy.  I have wonderful friends who immediatly responded to the need to pick up my kids and babysit and drive them around to other places when needed.  I have had meals brought in without even being asked and my visiting teacher came yesterday and cleaned my house for 5 hours. 

I am so incredibly blessed! Not only to come out relativly okay from the accident, but to see the response from family and friends had been very touching and overwhelming. Thank You ALL. 

On a side note, my Dad said "You know what is fun?... sneezing with a broken rib, it's a barrel of monkeys!" Well I sneezed twice this morning, and I have a very different opinion. Thanks Dad for the heads up :)