Rescue Me! The Sequel
I wanted to write this yesterday, but you’ll know why in a minute that I was a bit out of sorts then. At 6:37 am I was driving to the radio station to do my segment of the morning program. Midway through the intersection (one of the busiest in town) my vehicle was hit by a man in a black pickup truck who had gone straight through the red light on his side of the intersection. I didn’t see it coming because people in my lane had to wait for the left turn signal to turn red before we could go straight through the intersection; the man in the truck was not rushing to get through a yellow-to-red light on his side. He just completely ignored his red light for whatever reason. Needless to say, he was taken away from the scene in the back of a police vehicle, so he will be facing the consequences. I am certain he feels very badly about the incident as I did catch a glimpse of him, head in hands, when our cars faced each other’s for that brief moment before help arrived.
Talk about needing to be rescued! Being a sitting duck in the middle of a busy intersection during the morning commute is one of the worst feelings of hopelessness there is, albeit in this case only a momentary one. Due to its central location, it took no time at all for the police, firetrucks and ambulance to arrive. My airbags, accompanied by my guardian angel, saved me from what would have been sudden death (as my muse G.K. Chesterton would say, “All death is sudden death.”) It just wasn’t my time. The Good Lord wants me here to torment all of you for a bit longer.
The first person to my rescue was my amazing husband who arranged (remotely from Florida) with my dear mother-in-law (locally) that help was indeed on the way. He, my knight in shining armor rescuing his damsel in distress, was my 911 call. Sorry to do that to you, honey!
Lest I forget, I want to thank all the Freddies out there (my name for kind people, especially for the ones whose names I don’t know): the firemen Freddies, the policemen Freddies, the ambulance driver and paramedic Freddies, the kind doctor who referred to me as ‘Madame’ (how sweet is that?) Freddies, all the nurses and technicians (at Our Lady of the Lake Hospital) Freddies, and, last but not least, all the wonderful people in Louisiana who prayed for my safety, including, of course, my incredible friends at Catholic Community Radio – thank you Dave and Johnny and Louis, Staci, Matt, etc. I’m doing great! I’m still here!! G.K. Chesterton said the highest form of giving is thanksgiving. And I am so very thankful for all my blessings.
So, don’t waste any time out there folks. There is no time like the present because the present is all the time you know you have for certain. How will you make the best of it? Let me know if I can be of any help at email@example.com.