Day 11: 31 Days of Being Present

Ok — so this post is not mine. I did not live this but I feel like it is a very important message. One that all of us can relate too. We live in this world full of technology and although being plugged in can sometime be a good thing, it can also make us very distracted. Very. Sometimes these small distractions {and most of the time very unnecessary} can be life changing. The difference between life and death. Read on and you will see what I am talking about. Finding Joy is a blog that I love to read. She is real. She is honest and she makes me feel like a better mom. Also, this story does end well. It could have not ended well — which is why we must be present. Especially when behind the wheel. Those seconds saved from texting, talking on the phone and looking anywhere but forward could be life saving.

Read -> Save lives. Do not drive distracted.

I was driving down the interstate with my daughter —  we were both mildly irritated as we had left late and we were trying to hash out why —  and then in a second our lives and perspective shifted. Up ahead, with two cars inbetween, was a car that all of a sudden swerved into the median area where it was full of gravel. As the car began to fishtail the driver slammed on her brakes and proceeded to spin out multiple times in the middle of the busy interstate. I screamed at my daughter to sit back and I swerved to avoid the cars veering everywhere while trying to not hit this spinning car in front of me.
Then the car spun out one more time and smashed head first into the metal barrier {thank goodness they have those} between the two lanes of the interstate. I slammed on my brakes and stopped about ten feet from her car – in the middle of the interstate. And there we sat – in the middle of racing traffic – stopped. I yelled to Hannah to sit back again and I sat there looking in my rear view mirror at traffic unaware of what just happened, and me, and my daughter sitting in the car with nowhere to go. All I could see was that line of cars racing toward our car that was now sitting on the interstate going zero.

Not now. Not here.

A semi-truck racing towards me slowed down and pulled up right behind me and stopped. After we both jumped out and checked on the girl in the car {she was okay, but simply and understandably very shook up}, we talked in that stunned way – that way where two people never expect to talk – right in the middle of the interstate where you only drive. And that driver, that man in the semi, he told me I knew I had to stop in back of you. I saw the smoke and dirt and then you and I knew that if I didn’t stop you’d be toast. You’d be toast because someone would be looking at their phone and slam into you, but they won’t slam into me. I looked at him, this man whose face is forever imprinted in my mind, and I thanked him over and over and over again.

He stopped his truck to save me and the girl whose car was in front of mine smashed into the median.

When I sat in the middle of the interstate for those long seconds before that semi truck stopped the thing that kept running through my mind was see me see me see me – pay attention – please – stop – slow down. I knew that if people weren’t watching they’d slam right into me and my daughter stuck in the middle of a place where we never wanted to be sitting still.


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