I know so many times we ask for prayers...prayers for a good year, prayers for a dying or deceased loved one, prayers for a downed fellow.
All these prayers have a request attached to them..."please take care of so-and-so"..."please watch over so-and-so"...
Well, today I'd like to change that...for once.
Recently, my wife and son were invovled in a car accident. An older korean driver (driving a truck) was supposedly driving in the oncoming lane, caused the closest car to swerve.
When the car swerved, the old man decided to swerve the same way. The ended up crunching metal and exchanging plastic and paint.
This in turn caused the car to spin out...right into my wife's car. BOOM. Got swiped on the side...right on the left rear passenger door.
Which, coincidentally, is right next to my son.
So I'm here at work, and I get the call: "Babe...we just got into an accident."
"What?! WHERE?"
"Right in front of the house."
-CLICK-
I fly down to the accident scene...see the traffic getting backed up. Fly by the backed up cars in the emergency lane and hop off the bike. I see the two cars in a pretty bad state. Officer's gettin on my case for flying. I tell him I'm sorry...I was just worried about my son. Still no excuse, but it was my reason nonetheless.
Now I'm about as laid back a person as you're ever gonna find...but when my family is threatened...oh boy.
I'm not proud of it, but I do have a nasty temper that rises to the occasion. Some older acquaintances gave me a nickname that still comes up every now and then..."The Demon".
I guess the officer can see that I'm about two seconds away from tearing someone's heart out from their g*****, m******** a$$....so he says the magic words:
Your son is ok. He's ok...just calm down.
Wow. I musta looked something pretty bad, 'cause when I finally settled down and took a good look at him, his hand was on his holster. That's odd, I think to myself...I wasn't even raising my voice.
I look over to my wife...she's alright. The other officer is taking her statement. She's complaining of neck pains. I ask her if she's alright...she says that she is. I ask her how my son is...she says he's fine. I open the car door, and he's there, chilling in his car seat.
He looks up at me, raises up his hands (his way of saying he wants to be carried). I damn near almost cry. Sh!t...there's a lump in my throat right now.
I pick him up and talk to him. He just smiles at me and puts one hand up...as if to reach out to a star. Looks at me again and smiles...looks around and starts talking (baby talk, of course).
I go over to the wife, give her a hug...ask her again if she's alright. She says she's alright...and she goes on to explain about what happened.
Fast forward to later on that night, I'm at the hospital, in the ER. Preliminary checks are done on the wife and my son. Both of them receive a good bill of health. I'm stuck with a decent ER bill, but WTF cares? My family is safe and sound...and I am humbled. I thank the Lord above for sparing me from a cup that I would not have been able to drink from. Amen...
All this is in line with what I'm going to ask from you folks...
A prayer, if you will...please. Not a prayer asking for anything, but a prayer thanking Him...and praising Him.
That's all. I know I've said my thanks...I know I've prayed my piece. But I still don't think I've done enough. All I'm asking is if you folks could find it in your heart to please thank the Big Man upstairs for looking over my family...for keeping them safe.
I know I don't show her much...and perhaps I'm a little strict with my son...
Without them, though...I don't think I will amount to much. I am nothing without them.
So yeah...if any of you folks would be so kind...I'd really be most appreciative. My thanks....
paul
All these prayers have a request attached to them..."please take care of so-and-so"..."please watch over so-and-so"...
Well, today I'd like to change that...for once.
Recently, my wife and son were invovled in a car accident. An older korean driver (driving a truck) was supposedly driving in the oncoming lane, caused the closest car to swerve.
When the car swerved, the old man decided to swerve the same way. The ended up crunching metal and exchanging plastic and paint.
This in turn caused the car to spin out...right into my wife's car. BOOM. Got swiped on the side...right on the left rear passenger door.
Which, coincidentally, is right next to my son.
So I'm here at work, and I get the call: "Babe...we just got into an accident."
"What?! WHERE?"
"Right in front of the house."
-CLICK-
I fly down to the accident scene...see the traffic getting backed up. Fly by the backed up cars in the emergency lane and hop off the bike. I see the two cars in a pretty bad state. Officer's gettin on my case for flying. I tell him I'm sorry...I was just worried about my son. Still no excuse, but it was my reason nonetheless.
Now I'm about as laid back a person as you're ever gonna find...but when my family is threatened...oh boy.
I'm not proud of it, but I do have a nasty temper that rises to the occasion. Some older acquaintances gave me a nickname that still comes up every now and then..."The Demon".
I guess the officer can see that I'm about two seconds away from tearing someone's heart out from their g*****, m******** a$$....so he says the magic words:
Your son is ok. He's ok...just calm down.
Wow. I musta looked something pretty bad, 'cause when I finally settled down and took a good look at him, his hand was on his holster. That's odd, I think to myself...I wasn't even raising my voice.
I look over to my wife...she's alright. The other officer is taking her statement. She's complaining of neck pains. I ask her if she's alright...she says that she is. I ask her how my son is...she says he's fine. I open the car door, and he's there, chilling in his car seat.
He looks up at me, raises up his hands (his way of saying he wants to be carried). I damn near almost cry. Sh!t...there's a lump in my throat right now.
I pick him up and talk to him. He just smiles at me and puts one hand up...as if to reach out to a star. Looks at me again and smiles...looks around and starts talking (baby talk, of course).
I go over to the wife, give her a hug...ask her again if she's alright. She says she's alright...and she goes on to explain about what happened.
Fast forward to later on that night, I'm at the hospital, in the ER. Preliminary checks are done on the wife and my son. Both of them receive a good bill of health. I'm stuck with a decent ER bill, but WTF cares? My family is safe and sound...and I am humbled. I thank the Lord above for sparing me from a cup that I would not have been able to drink from. Amen...
All this is in line with what I'm going to ask from you folks...
A prayer, if you will...please. Not a prayer asking for anything, but a prayer thanking Him...and praising Him.
That's all. I know I've said my thanks...I know I've prayed my piece. But I still don't think I've done enough. All I'm asking is if you folks could find it in your heart to please thank the Big Man upstairs for looking over my family...for keeping them safe.
I know I don't show her much...and perhaps I'm a little strict with my son...
Without them, though...I don't think I will amount to much. I am nothing without them.
So yeah...if any of you folks would be so kind...I'd really be most appreciative. My thanks....
paul
