That everything happens for a reason.
That red light when you were running late for work? There was a reason for that.
We had one of those moments on Saturday. We had dropped my car off to be serviced that morning and gone about our errands in Chebbar's car. At the end of the day as we made our way back to the dealership to pick up my car and we travelled through the new round-about (read: HUGE pain in the ass), I mentioned to Chebbar a statistic I had heard on the radio earlier in the week: in the less-than-a-month that the new intersection has been open, the province's vehicle insurance agent has had over half a dozen accidents reported in that round-about. We shook our head, muttering epithets about idiots and morons; as we arrived, I leaned over, gave him a kiss, and told him I loved him.
He was rather agitated when I got home. It seems that seconds after leaving me, he was literally thisclose to being T-boned by some asshole who was FLYING through the intersection and didn't even LOOK/notice Chebbar until he was almost past him. As Chebbar said, if we hadn't just been discussing the accidents in the round-about, if I hadn't delayed him a few seconds with a kiss, if he hadn't been paying enough attention to slam on his brakes... I shudder to think of how differently the afternoon could have played out.
Take your time. Be patient. Trust that everything happens for a reason. And don't forget to say "I love you" before you walk out the door.
Amen sister. I try to remember this every day and often get a little anxious when I realize the children have left the house without hearing that I love them. Thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely. It's a little morbid to some to think about it this way, but you never know what could happen.
ReplyDeleteNever part angry, and always say "I love you".
Scary to think of but very true... Close calls happen all the time. Enjoy each day and take nothign for granted.
ReplyDeleteGAH. That kind of stuff really freaks me out - and reminds me to stop and smell the flowers; enjoy the little things.
ReplyDeleteI have a few friends who are most definitely "sweat the small stuff" types, and I try to remind them (non-obnoxiously, of course) that missing the red light or getting stuck behind a slow old lady at the checkout may have just saved their lives.
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