The
universe works in ways that man/woman will never understand until he/she begin
to view life as a fragility…as if life is subject to termination at any time...as
if the life you have is not for yourself. As I drove home I was thinking about
life, and how I have been able to press on...live my life with humility
smacking me in my face. Then out of nowhere I rode up on this (the attached photograph
of the overturned sedan/below). Several of the people who had arrived on scene were hysterical
while two men were trapped in the car. Some of the young men (teenagers) were
trying to pull the men to safety without success (the car was smoking). Then it
happened. My naturally made body chemical, adrenaline kicked in then I went
into action without thinking. Not one hesitation thought surfaced. I was able
to break a back window with a two by four - and with all my strength pull both
men out of the vehicle. Guess what? This was the second time this week that I
drove up on an overturned vehicle (the attached photograph of the overturned
van/below). The first accident I did the same...I pulled two men out of an overturned
vehicle. The message? Not sure what all this means - but I know one thing. I was
supposed to be there. At both accidents.
Now,
the task is to decode the message. I guess I could make one up...one to suit my
egotistical desire. Here lies the dilemma with "messages" – no one
really knows the purpose of occurring events in our lives. No one knows why I
encountered the accidents. Perhaps it is coincidence? Is there a divine message
from God? Is God trying to tell or show me something? Ultimately, I will
end up putting purpose to the random accounts. It will be ME who will give
significance to occurrences that could have been more tragic. What I will not
do is declare that I am 'blessed'...like a bystander told me last night. "You are blessed. God has his hands on
you.”
I dislike when people
say that in any capacity. What makes me more blessed than others?
Geography?
I
could have been born in a poor village in Africa where there is limited hope of
ever leaving the village. Me blessed? And,
the millions of humans stuck in horrible conditions around the world are not
blessed? What makes me so special...other than being born in a community in the
United States of America?
Just
thinking out loud. Just glad I was present at both wrecks. Just thankful I did
not freeze up. Just thankful I had enough guts
to put my life in jeopardy so that others would be helped and/or saved.
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