When terrible events befall others, sometimes we fleetingly think, “Glad that isn’t me.” It may not be “you,” this time, but life throws us curve balls we never see coming. It is not until we are faced with similar circumstances that we open our eyes. The unknown is terrifying, the truth buried beneath denial. We lose sight of ourselves and the people around us, taking loved ones for granted. Hug your friends and family tight, as if it is your last encounter. Let them know, in ways without words that you love them.
My mom is my best friend. We share everything, including laughter, love, a mind and a heart. The simple things in life bring us joy. Recently, she was in a horrific car accident. She survived (surprisingly) and suffered some major injuries. Her recovery time is estimated three months. This shocked me to the bone. She nearly left without a proper goodbye. It was an unexpected experience about which people will say, “Glad that isn’t me.” Now, I continue to hug my family and friends tightly, but my best friend gently.
–SJB
I’m so glad Margaret survived. I know she is having a lot of pain and wish I could help. She will eventually be back to normal. Life can change so quickly.