Not Spiritual/Priest-y Blather
Took the youth group on a trip this past weekend.
Almost died.
Ok, that's an exaggeration, but it felt like it at the time.
We were driving back along a two-lane highway. I was in the middle row in the SUV--another adult was driving.
We were playing Catchphrase (very fun car game).
We began passing a funeral procession.
Suddenly, we were screeching to a sort-of halt, aiming right for the sports car's ass in front of us.
And just as suddenly, we were canted at a 45-degree angle. "M" had run us into the ditch to avoid a crash.
We're all fine. The SUV's fine (which is good since it was a parishioner's).
What did I think about in that half-second I had before my inevitable demise?
Not my husband. Not the things I still haven't done in my life. Not my sins.
I thought, "What's going on?"
Almost died.
Ok, that's an exaggeration, but it felt like it at the time.
We were driving back along a two-lane highway. I was in the middle row in the SUV--another adult was driving.
We were playing Catchphrase (very fun car game).
We began passing a funeral procession.
Suddenly, we were screeching to a sort-of halt, aiming right for the sports car's ass in front of us.
And just as suddenly, we were canted at a 45-degree angle. "M" had run us into the ditch to avoid a crash.
We're all fine. The SUV's fine (which is good since it was a parishioner's).
What did I think about in that half-second I had before my inevitable demise?
Not my husband. Not the things I still haven't done in my life. Not my sins.
I thought, "What's going on?"