solstice miracles
Yesterday, our daughter left the house to run an errand and a mile down the road was extracted from her car after they used the jaws of life to crack open her old Lexus. A panic attack caused a black-out while she was driving. She drifted across multiple lanes of traffic, hitting cement posts on the side of a building.
The miracle? She's bruised not broken, the car is totaled but kept her safe, and no one was walking/biking/driving in the (usually extremely busy) area of the crash. The building was even protected in that one specific spot. She walked out of the hospital two hours later.
She often calls herself “the luckiest unlucky person.” When bad things happen, she's always saved from the worst case scenario. Whatever or whoever is keeping an eye on her is doing a great job. Let's hope that job is easier from here on out.
When I find myself alone for even a few seconds, I can't help but cry. I’ve sobbed more in the last eighteen hours than I have in years. I'm so grateful. The tears are that thankfulness spilling out of me. I can't contain it.
She could have died. She could have killed someone and had to live with it. Neither happened. She's not broken. My tears rival oceans. The salt could preserve a nation's worth of food for years. Thank you. Thank you.