I usually don't write posts on Sunday, because I try & reserve them for my little family.
But last night...something happened and I just had to share it...because it was literally a miracle.
Yesterday, I was so excited, because I finally got to have my hair done and get some "me time"! I went to my salon, got my hair did (which felt so good), then decided to stop at the mall on my way home. When I came out of the mall, it was POURING rain. I mean, like extreeeeme raining. Along with the scariest lightning & LOUDEST thunder I have probably ever heard.
I ran to my car, started driving, and got on the freeway.
There was probably about 4 inches of rain on the freeway, so I was definitely being cautious and driving slower than I normally do (speed demon over here). I was actually in the lane almost to the far right of the freeway (which is also very unlike me--you can find me in the "fast lane" 99% of the time).
I was ho-humming along to "Ho Hey" by the Lumineers, which is an important moment in my mind, because right as they sang "HO HEY" (I'll never forget that)...shiz hit the fan. My car started spinning around completely out of my control. The wheel was spinning and spinning and all I could do was sit and wait for what was inevitably about to be a huge accident. I had hyrdroplaned on the crazy slick road, and spun around FIVE times. As I was spinning, I remember thinking:
"Oh my gosh, I'm going to hit someone"
"Holy **** I'm going to die"
"Ok...ok...breathe...try to stay calm"
"Ok...ok...breathe...try to stay calm"
I finally (after what seemed like a lifetime) came to a complete stop about 3 inches away from the
side cement median. I was unharmed and so was everyone else around me.
I'm sure to every car around me, it happened super fast. But for me, it was if I was spinning in extreme slow motion. I can remember every thought I had, every moment of sheer panic, even the thought when my Dad's voice came into my head saying, "if you ever hydroplane, let off the brake & the gas, and try to control the wheel as best you can." And I did.
After I came to a stop, I looked to my left, and to my right. I was sideways on the freeway, blocking the two right lanes. I had miraculously not hit anyone, and no one had hit me. Which in and of itself was a miracle, because the freeway was PACKED with cars. After I had gathered myself enough to start thinking sane again, I noticed a white suburban had stopped to help, had put their flashers on, and was blocking the two lanes I was in (so no other cars would hit me). If I had been in the right frame of mind, I would've gotten out and ran to them and hugged them for being my angels. But all I could think about was getting my car out of the two lanes of oncoming traffic.
But my car was stalled, and wouldn't start. Suddenly, I look up, and there is a green truck pulled over to the right side of me, and a man is running, in the pouring rain, towards me. I couldn't even move to open the door I was shaking so bad. He opened my door and asked me if I was ok. I managed to say yes, and got out a Thank You I think too. He told me to let my car sit for a minute and then try and start it again. So I did. It started, and I think I said thank you again.
I backed up, and then started driving away.
When I looked behind me, the green truck & the white suburban were
guiding following me off the freeway, towards my house. Maybe they had to go that way too, but for some reason, I felt like they were my guardian angels. I wish I knew their names so I could send them something or give them hug at the very least.
Even if you don't believe in angels, they do come in so many forms. I feel like they were around me last night. Protecting me, guiding me, helping me..because they knew. They just knew I had a family I needed to get home to. A family I so desperately love.
A family that if something had happened to me, would be devastated.
It's moments in life like that, that make me truly realize how thankful & blessed I am.
So thank you, you beautiful angels...you have no idea how thankful I am for you.