This post was originally published on my initial blog on July 18, 2014. I am in the process of migrating my content from Blogger and appreciate the patience as I do so!
My, that sounds pretty dramatic doesn’t it! “I got hit by a car” is open to so many interpretations. Was I driving? Was I running? Most importantly: What the heck was I thinking?
I’m fine honest, and I chuckle to think I got hit by a car yesterday, but yes: It did happen. I was riding my bike back from the gym and the driver of a lawn care company truck didn’t see me. I was literally around the corner from my house when I saw the truck coming super close and frantically tried to get as close to the curb as I could. In an instant, I realized that he didn’t see me. I also realized that there was a trailer on the back of the truck. But by the time I registered that I should jump from the bike to the grass, I was already struck and laying on the road.
For a minute, I really though it would run over my head and that would be the end of me. It was pretty freaky! Then, I thought I would break a bone. But, as the trailer cleared and I began to scream, I realized that as bloody as I was, I was ok. God’s protection was all around. Though I landed on my shoulder and ripped a whole in the back of my jacket, I didn’t hit my head. Even though my knees were dripping blood all down my legs, I could move everything just fine. I took a few seconds to childishly scream “ow! ow! ow!” Then I realized I should probably tell the panicked driver standing over me that I was ok. “I’m fine,” I sobbed to him. “I’m ok.”
It’s not too exciting of a story after that. Some extremely kind neighbors came over and sat with me while we waiting on the medics. A police officer came and took a report, citing the driver with a ticket and giving me information so I can get my bike fixed. They checked my vital signs and asked me all the standard concussion questions, although I assured them I didn’t hit my head.
After I profusely thanked the neighbors, medics and police officer, I walked over to the driver. I told him the truth: I know that mistakes happen and it could’ve been anyone. “God was protecting me, and He was watching over me,” I told the man, who had tears in his eyes. After my incident hitting a mailbox two years ago, I know how freaky it is to hit something or someone and realize it was all your fault. I remember wishing with every fiber of my being that I could rewind time. But I couldn’t then, and the driver who hit me could either. So I let him know that he didn’t have to. I was ok, God was (and is) good, and all was forgiven.
Once the police officer gave me the ok to leave, I grabbed my wounded bike and walked it up the hill to my house. “Um…I just got hit by a car,” I texted my older brother, knowing it was the perfect leverage to get him to come over and hang with me 🙂
So yes, I got hit by a car. But I was just a little bit sore this morning and had no problem going for my run. Ya, I could do without the pain and fear that went along with the crash, but it is a pretty cool story and I do have some pretty sweet “battle wounds.” Besides, I got a nice evening with my brother.