How Did That Car Miss Me? #laryngectomee life
I reconsidered and decided that what I heard and saw might
be helpful in some way, be it ever so small, so I turned around and made myself
available at the scene. As a laryngectomee, speaking is difficult for me in the
best of circumstances and outside with traffic it would be almost possible to
be heard. So I wrote on my board to those around that I would be a witness if
needed. When the police officer arrived, I again wrote on my board that I had
seen car #3 hit car #2 but I did not see what happened behind me with car #1
and car #3.
Graduation was outside….no clouds….it was hot and I got
burned. Even though I had water to drink throughout the long ceremony, I was
getting nauseated and considered leaving early. I wanted to get home and nap
when the ceremony was over. But I didn’t. I stayed to make myself available.
It is tempting to not get involved. Sometimes I’d rather
crawl in bed and not be involved in life around me. But our thoughts matter.
What we see matters. It is more difficult now to explain what I saw, but it is
important that we stay involved. I have no idea if I will be called by
insurance companies to get my story. I think what I heard and saw is important,
but I dread that call. I dread being hung up on. I dread the possibility that
my voice prosthesis won’t work right that day and I will expend a ton of energy
just to be ignored in the end.
Envision though, 3 cars in a row, end to end, another car
travels to the right. Hits the car behind me, hits the curb and hits the car in
front of me. TOTALLY missing my car. My car didn’t have a scratch. I was
telling my daughter that I had no idea how my car was not involved. My adult
granddaughter said “it was God”. Yep. Can’t make this stuff up. It was God. You
may or may not believe, but I believe God is good, all the time. And at that
point of the day, my life, He was definitely watching over me.
Car #2 II
Me II II Car #3
Car #1 II

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