I always pray when I start to drive. anywhere. you'd think that after 4 years, I'd be a little more confident. I often pray when I ride my bike, but not always for safety. Today, I was hit by a car while biking home through downtown Palo Alto. Don't get worried, it was as minor as it could possibly be. Shortly after I had turned down Ramona street, a mini-van came backing out of a driveway hidden by the parked cars right into me. As soon as I saw it, I swerved hard, but still, my front wheel hit the car as she braked and I fell over. My scream (an alarming sensation, I haven't screamed for 1.5 years) must have alerted the driver to stop because she couldn't have felt me hit her.
I of course jumped up saying, 'I'm so sorry, I didn't see you backing up!' The van lady kept saying,'I'm so sorry, I didn't see you! are you all right?' 'yes, I'm just fine, just fine...' The lady crossing a nearby sidewalk had run over, also anxious about my well-being. As she guided my to the sidewalk, I touched my face and realized that tears had spilled across my face just about as fast as my heart went from normal to frenzied heart rate. I kept on apologizing and thanking them ('mam'--when did I start saying that?) insisting that I was all right. Anxious lady from the crosswalk insisted that I rest a block away in her office while she could get me a drink and let me sit in the cool. She let me stay as long as I'd like after I'd dabbed my bloody scrapes and had some water. I did not realize how far I was from relaxing until I tried to relax. but, after a few minutes, my heart rate decreased and I could continue on my way home.
People are so nice! Perhaps I should have higher expectations of 'people.' It has been one of my favorite things to see people help each other out in moments of crisis. or minor bike crashes. I'm sure I would have been just fine if no one would have talked to me. Their support, comfort and --love I guess, brought peace, comfort and safety to me.
The Lark in the Clear Air
Sweet thoughts are in my mind
And my soul soars enchanted
When I hear the sweet lark sing
in the clear air of the day.
For a tender, loving smile
to my hope has been granted,
and tomorrow she shall hear
all my fond heart would say.
3 comments:
Oh, Mariah! I miss you. I can't believe you got hit by a car. I hope you're healing well! Libby looks beautiful. Your summer sounds wonderful. But I admit, I'm very excited for you to come back to me, love. See you soon!
I am so excited to see you too Jen. and the healing is doing splendidly. the bruises are all turning yellowish light brown and the scabs are doing well too. happy day. Thankyou to my Creator.
Wow! That sounds like an adventure!
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