A taste of mortality

For those who may not be aware (though, thanks to Facebook and my mother, I'm not sure anybody is left) I got into a bit of a pickle on Friday.

In less time than it takes to blink, I found myself not navigating an unexpected curve. I could feel my tires being pulled by the side gravel and as much as I wanted my tires to reconnect with the pavement, they did not. Next thing I knew I was upside down.

There are things I can vividly remember, like telling myself to bear down so as not to get my skull crushed and the fact that RuRu was playing on my speakers. But, there are other things I can't have the faintest idea of knowing, such as where I put my hands and feet during this briefest of nightmares.

I don't think I've ever felt so much adrenaline pumping through my body. And, I know there are so many other details to give, but right now, I'm at that stage when I really think about it I literally and instantly become nauseated.

Considering my car (with me inside) rolled twice, I feel beyond lucky that I walked away from that wreck with little more than some whiplash, a cut on my lip and a bruised and swollen left knee.

My car isn't pretty. Only two of my windows survived, and one windshield wiper. Neither of my side rear-view mirrors. But, the engine was still running. I think it may just be salvageable.

(These are the crappy pictures I took with my razor phone camera)

I am definitely shook up. And I am still trying to comprehend my little tete-a-tete with mortality. I'm not sure about you, but I think before this I never really realized how fragile life is. How in one glance downward your world can be literally and figuratively flipped upside down. Altered. Or even gone. It's surreal.

I definitely feel blessed and feel that there was divine protection with me during those few nightmarish seconds.

Love you all.