It is amazing what can happen in one tiny moment that might change the course of your life for better or with some new obstacle you must overcome. I had plans for making awesome use of my time on Friday to get some things done that I have not found time do recently, but that I needed to complete. Our Christmas tree was waiting in the garage for me to cut the end off and get it into water and of course, I wanted to get it all decorated. This is not a chore, but a joy I was looking forward to. I had several other things in the ‘chore’ category and some online classroom tidying up I wanted to do.
I left my brick and mortar school later than I wanted to last Thursday, but couldn’t really have avoided driving home in the dark this time of year anyway. When I was just west of my halfway-home point, three deer dashed out onto the highway right in front of the truck heading west. Somehow, they missed being run over, but then ran right into me as I was passing the truck heading east. The loud bang on my door was deafening and scared me. I knew right away that two of the does had hit me and I wasn’t sure where the third one went.
It took me a few minutes to get slowed down and get my pick-up off on the shoulder. I heard noises I knew where not good and struggled to be able to turn the steering wheel. Once I was stopped, I had to use both feet and the strength of my legs to push the driver door open enough to be able to get out. My driver side headlight was hanging down by the fender which was bent back into my tire, hence the noise and the burning smell. I made the mistake of trying to grab the fender with my bare hands to try to pull it back from the tire. It was hot!
Phoning 911, the state patrol arrived and used a spinner wrench to help get the fender pried off the tire enough to drive it slowly into the town where we found a chain that he could hook to his pick-up and pull the bumper far enough out so I could drive home. I had some clear packing tape and used it to secure the headlight so I could travel the last thirty miles home.
So, Friday was consumed with insurance companies and body shops. But I am not so blind that I did not realize guardian angels were with me, protecting me. I was not hurt and as many have said to me, “A pick-up can be fixed.” This I know. It was a moment, in the end, of grace. And the tree is up.