"The glory of the Lord will be revealed. And all mankind together will see it.
For the mouth of the Lord has spoken." -Isaiah 40:5
December 24th started early for me, as my son, Connor and I drove from Kentucky
to Illinois to visit my parents for Christmas.
It was the usual ride with a toddler - constant talking, whining, and unlimited
questions. Our travels went smoothly, until we hit a snowstorm. Cars slipped and
slid all around us. It was frightening.
As we continued, the weather cleared up and driving was easier. Before I knew it
we were only an hour away. "Thank goodness!", I thought.
I hadn't seen my parents since October; excitement overwhelmed me. Then it
happened - we got lost. As I switched interstates I wasn't sure which direction
to take. Should I head north or south?
"I better call Papa for directions," I muttered.
"I want to go to Nana and Papa's house," whined Connor.
I was frustrated, Connor wouldn't stop fussing, and a red pick up truck, driving
in a frenzied state, almost ran us off the road.
Tired of driving and eager to get to my destination, I confirmed which direction
I needed to be headed and continued on. Minutes later, unknown to me, I swerved
hard to the right, across a lane of traffic.
Oh no! I am going to die, I thought as I slammed on brakes and swerved
uncontrollably.
As I crashed into the embankment and flipped over three times, I heard
shattering all around me. I couldn't believe what was happening. In a slow blur,
my life flashed before my eyes.
Bam! I hit my head.
When I awoke we were upside down. Airbag particles floated in the air, the
contents of my car were scattered, items were smashed and mangled, and fluids
leaked from my car.
The car is going to blow up, I thought frantically. I have to get out of here.
Oh my Gosh - Connor! I thought. Why isn't he crying?
"Connor!!" I screamed. Silence. I was frantic. My seatbelt had me locked in.
"Oh God, No!" I cried uncontrollably.
Oh no, my baby didn't make it! I thought horridly. I have to find him.
The pressure from the seatbelt hurt my shoulder and my head hurt. I couldn't get
my seatbelt unlatched and I started to panic. Then there it was, the best sound
I had heard in my entire life - a sweet harmonious cry, my baby's cry.
He's alive. Thank God! I rejoiced.
"I am here Connor, Mommy is coming!" I screamed.
Finally! The seatbelt came undone.
Trying to calm myself down, I went straight for Connor, who was sitting upside
down in his car seat.
"Mommy!!" He cried hysterically.
I reassured him everything would be okay, although I wasn't too sure.
"You're fine, sweetheart," I said soothingly. "Everything is ok."
Then I heard him, the voice of an angel. "Are you in there? Can you hear me?"
"Yes, I am here. Please help me!" I screamed.
"Is anyone in there with you?"
"Yes, my baby is in here. I can't get him out of his car seat!" I slipped
further into hysterics. "He's stuck!"
I needed to get Connor and myself out of that car.
"Calm down," the voice said. "Everything will be all right. Help is coming."
Click. The car seat buckle came unlatched. Thud. Connor fell on his head with
the buckle around his neck.
As Connor cried in fear, I moved faster. I couldn't get the buckle from around
his neck. My hands trembled. Then...swoosh. The buckle went over his head. I
scooped him up and climbed out the shattered window.
We made it! I thought as I rocked Connor, while he screamed for his bear that he
noticed through the missing window.
I was shivering uncontrollably when he started to hyperventilate.
"My car flipped over," he yelled.
Then he noticed it - my bloody, scratched up, dirty face.
"Mommy hurt her face," he screamed.
"Everything is going to be fine," a policeman said consolingly as he handed him
his bear.
The ambulance arrived and took us to the hospital. The ride, examination, and
question asking overwhelmed me. A neck brace was put on while I asked about
Connor's injuries. My arm was in excruciating pain and wouldn't move! A
continuous list of questions ran through my head. I couldn't think straight, I
was disoriented and I wanted to go home.
At the hospital, there were many exams given, tests taken, shots given, blood
taken, CT scan, and x-rays. Everyone was moving so fast! Doctors and nurses came
in to check us, clean my wounds, and exchange information.
My parents rushed to the hospital to be by my side. I can vividly remember the
expression on my mom's face when she walked in. She was extremely sad that this
terrible thing happened to us; but elated that we hadn't left this earth just
yet. We were still here.
Several hours later, we were released. I had multiple injuries; none of which
were life threatening. Connor had minor scratches and bruises. God was with us
that day, as he always is. We were alive, what a blessing.
Although I felt blessed, I had a hard time dealing with the accident. I was
depressed, nervous and worried. I didn't eat, sleep or drive. I was in constant
pain. Then one day I was reading my bible and read Psalm 105:5, "Remember the
miracles he has done; remember his wonders and his decisions."
Ah! Instant perspective. God chose to leave us here. His glory was revealed and
my faith and trust in Him grew stronger.
I learned many things from this unfortunate experience. Most of all I have
learned to live life joyously. I was given another opportunity at life, to live
passionately and purposefully - to live according to God's purpose. What kind of
existence would I have if I didn't?
© Chrishawn Simpson-MacLeod 2004
cesimpson1@yahoo.com
Chrishawn Simpson-MacLeod, a freelance writer/photographer and girl reflected,
writes inspirational articles on a wide range of topics and self publishes Mom's
Big Little HelperT, a magazine that inspires moms to find balance in their
lives. She is the owner of InYourDreamsPublishing.com, GirlReflected.com, and
ChickTherapy.com; websites designed to reflect her creative spirit. She resides
in Kentucky, with her husband and son and spends her days writing, taking
pictures, creating, and enjoying life.
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