Life is Fragile

Life is so fragile. You don't realize how special it is until it's almost gone.

My dad commutes home from his job every weekend. He travels 6 hours home every Friday and then 6 hours back to work on Sunday night. I live in the midwest. We get snow here. And ice. Lots of it.

About a week ago, my dad was leaving home to go back to work. He was driving a pick up truck on the interstate. There was two lanes, and he was in the left lane. He was driving about 35 miles per hour because of the ice. Then a semi drove by. On a normal day with good road conditions, a semi can move your vehicle a little bit. You add ice to the mix and it can get pretty bad.

The semi was going pretty fast. The wind hit my dad's truck and he started to loose control. Then once the semi was past, a huge gust of wind hit the truck. And my dad completely lost control. He spun around a few times and then went into the ditch on the right side.

The truck hit a mile marker sign as it was going into the ditch. The sign was bent from the truck. The sign broke and flipped over. The end that was normally in the air was now in the ground. The end that was normally in the ground was in the truck.

The bar of the sign went through the driver's side door. It went through the bottom of the door and the bottom of the frame. So, he couldn't open the door. It was pinned shut. The sign wasn't just through the door, though. It also went through the seat. It came up from the seat between my dad's legs. It continued to the steering wheel. Right between his fingers.

So to get an image of this, imagine you are sitting in a chair. The door is to your left. Down on the ground is where the bottom of the door is.The bar hits the bottom of the door, cutting through the frame. (if you let your arm hang down, that's above where it went through) Then it comes up through the corner of the seat. It exits right next to the inside of your left leg. It continues to the steering wheel, and ends up right between your fingers.

If it would have been a couple of inches in either direction, he wouldn't be here. I know that he was being watched. God was looking out for him and protecting him. He brought my dad safely home to us.

Some people don't believe that there is a God. To me, the salvation in this near death experience proves that there is a God.

He is real.
He is here.
He is my God
and I will praise Him always.

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Amarantha