After leaving a party on Saturday evening (setting up one, not attending) I was on the highway back from Midrand. You know the one. The busy one. It started to drizzle and soon it was pouring. I wasn't in a hurry.
I was thinking about what I'd do with Emma and Ben once home. I had bought lots of arts and crafts things a few days before and was excited to spend time with them.
As the rain got heavier I moved over to the middle lane, letting the speedsters get to where they needed to be so urgently. Life was good. I was happy. And then I hit a large puddle of water and I felt my car skid a little. Remembering not to brake, I went with it until the slight skid turned into aqua planing and then I panicked. As I spun out of control towards the middle barrier I remember trying to swerve to miss it, and realizing I had over corrected I tried to straighten out again. But at this point there was nothing I could do. I literally let go of the steering wheel and thought to myself, what happens now, happens. I can't say my life flashed before my eyes. But Emma, Ben and Mark were in my thoughts. And I hoped that they would be okay without me and that they'd manage to move on.
What felt like an hour was minutes and once I had spun across the four lanes, I side swiped a pole and came to a stop with the nose of my car slightly touching a fence in front of me. The impact had ripped the passenger's rear view mirror off and somehow it had come flying in the through the little window. I think that hit me on the side of the head. Other than that I was unhurt. Untouched.
The miracle was that while all this was happening there was not one car close to me. Not one. No other cars that I could have hit and hurt the people inside. No other family that might have lost a loved one that night.
As I stumbled out of the car. Yes, I stumbled. A young family stopped and the husband came running over to see if I was ok. And as we stood on the side of the road, him hugging me as I sobbed, the highway busied up again to its usual manic madness. With cars speeding by every few seconds, we both thanked God and our angels. Sincerely.
My car's a write off but I am alive. And I am thankful and grateful and more aware of the angels that keep me safe than ever.