Once in a while we get lucky.
Yesterday, after spending a delightful evening and morning with half our kids, while traveling north on I-75 to join Ron in Cheboygan, I swerved to miss a salt spreader that dropped in the middle lane from a truck ahead of me and lost control of our Jetta stationwagon. I can’t tell you exactly what happened, it happened so quickly. I don’t know if my front fender nicked the salt spreader, if my tire blew out, or if I just lost control. All I know is that I hit the concrete barrier on the far left side traveling at nearly 70 mph–and I walked away with just a few bumps and bruises. Our car did not fare as well.
So many good people stopped to help and to make certain I was okay. They are a testament to the goodness in this world. I was in such a state of shock; I know I didn’t adequately thank them for their care and concern. I am one lucky woman, and I am so grateful to still be here.–jes