"A thankful heart enjoys blessings twice - when they are received and when they are remembered."
That quote was all I was going to post today, but then, on my way to work yesterday, I saw a small pickup truck crash into the back of a sedan that had hesitated at merging from one busy ramp onto another. There is no merge area in this spot where two ramps join before becoming part of a busy interstate highway, and the woman driving the pickup truck hadn't noticed the car stopped on the shoulder when she changed her own mind about being able to merge into the rush of traffic.
Suddenly the scene switched to slow motion as I saw truck smash into car, sending glass and parts flying, while I and other drivers behind me had to take evasive action to avoid becoming part of a pile-up. Because I had seen the accident, and because no one else seemed to be stopping, I pulled over onto a safer section of shoulder and walked back to check on the condition of the two drivers. They were both pretty shaken, but said they were otherwise unharmed. The young woman in the sedan was just sitting there, looking uncertainly at a cell phone in her hand. I asked her if she wanted me to call 911 for her, and she nodded her head.
It is always difficult for me to hear my cell phone when there is noise in the background; the steady roar of passing traffic made it impossible. All I could do was tell the dispatcher "I can't hear you, but there's been an accident, the drivers are pretty shaken up, the location is...." I thought I heard the faint response, "We'll send someone to check it out" - and that was that.
We waited. Worried that she was siting in an unsafe spot, I coaxed the sedan driver out of her car, which I noticed was packed to the gills. Where ever she was headed this holiday weekend, she wasn't going to get there in that car. When I observed as much to her, she told me that she was moving from Kentucky to Maine to join her husband who had made the move before her. The young woman driving the pickup was a local; she had been planning on selling her truck before starting college next semester.
After waiting thirty minutes, a state trooper pulled up. He collected my contact information and my statement, and I wished both women well as I gave them my business card in case their insurance companies needed to speak to a witness.
It happened in an instant. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt, yet it served as a reminder not to take things for granted because a life can be changed in a moment.
But I promised to write about how eating Thanksgiving dinner in a restaurant isn't as sacrilegious as some might think. We had a wonderful time this evening, but the telling will have to wait for another, less drowsy, time. Meanwhile, here's hoping you all had a happy and safe Thanksgiving with your loved ones.