How accidents change our lives

“Tomorrow, I will do this and that. I will attend an event, then go to mass. After that, I will go home, check Facebook, some emails and write. Then I will read and relax the rest of the night.”

How many of you plan your tomorrows? Well, I do and that is how I usually visualize my day the night before. When I don’t write it on paper, which I usually do at work, I just run it through my head just like that.

Planning my tomorrow gives me something look forward to, and after accomplishing them, it also gives me a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.

But not every day is perfect. Not every day runs smoothly and as planned. We may plan our days, but at the end of the day, something happens that is beyond our control and our day definitely changes forever.

Although it normally happens — I mean the change of plans — last Saturday was different because I figured in a minor car accident. I was on my home driving with my mom as my passenger, taking the usual route home, when a truck mixer hit the left bumper of my car.

I screamed and went blank for a quick second. But my mind came back instantly when mom told me to take a photo of the accident right from the driver’s seat. I knocked the driver’s passenger door to alert the driver and got off the car to see how big the damage was.

How bad was the damage?
View from the driver’s seat

A few hours before

We left home around 6:30 am to attend an event. It was still too early so we decided to attend mass first in Quiapo church.

Visiting and attending mass in Quiapo church in honor of the Black Nazarene has become a tradition when time permits. In fact, I just finished a nine-day novena recently to ask for a favor, and it was answered. Praise God!

Black Nazarene is a “life-sized image of a dark-skinned, kneeling Jesus Christ carrying the Cross enshrined in the Minor Basilica of the Black Nazarene in Quiapo, Manila” known for curing illnesses, granting miracles, among many others.

Millions of devotees flock to Quiapo church every Friday and during the yearly Translacion to ask for a miracle and favors, and others as an act of thanksgiving for a favor received.

After the mass, we went straight to the event (which I will detail in my next post) and decided to go home after.  About 24.1-km away from home, that’s when the accident happened.

The accident

After taking photos, I was waiting for a police/traffic enforcer to mediate, but no one’s coming. The truck driver told me if I’m in a hurry, we can just exchange numbers or I can just to their office to talk about it, but I refused because wanted to have it documented by the police first to make sure he won’t get away with it.

One concerned vendor went by and told me to call the police. I asked him instead if he can call the police for me, but no one’s going to look after his goods, so he just pointed to the direction where I can find one, and lo and behold there were the police/traffic enforcers about 100 meters away.

I quickly approached the police and told them about the accident and they immediately responded and went to where it happened.

After making sure I’ve already taken photos of the accident, they asked the truck driver and me to remove our vehicles to avoid causing more traffic and were escorted to the nearest police station so we can have our police reports prepared. They’ve taken our driver’s license to make sure we won’t get away.

Upon arriving there, we filled up a form and waited for our turn to report the accident. We then narrated what happened. As soon as the police report was finished, I got off first and was told to communicate with the truck company so they can have their insurance cover it.

Before going home, I dropped by the truck company’s office, and they promised to settle it by Monday.

Aftermath

Despite the time, trouble, and shock it took me and mom, I’m still thankful that nothing really major or life-threatening happened to us.

I actually had second thoughts of posting the photos of the accident on Facebook that night but decided to post it anyway as a reminder of how grateful I am for that day.

Also when my friends and relatives started commenting, that’s when I realized the accident could have been worse, so thank God, we got through it safe and well.

What if the truck mixer hit me instead? What if he was fast? Could be a different story. But there, the truck just hit the left bumper, left a dent yes, but no one’s hurt.

Before this accident happened, I’ve been planning my day as I told you earlier, but then an accident happens and changes our lives forever.

It’s true, we may plan our lives, but at the end of the day, God has something in store for us. We can only pray and trust He’s always there to guide and protect us and trust His reasons for allowing certain things to happen to us.

Why we didn’t go home on time, why we had an accident, why we had to spend more than three hours on the road — longer than expected are just some of the questions only God knows the answers.

But to me, two things are clear that day — the Lord gave me and mom another life and He has protected us that day by sending His angels to shield us from greater harm.

So today, allow me to just thank the Lord for another life. Thank you for protecting me and mom. Thank you also to all the people, friends, and relatives who expressed their love and concern for us.

Thank you, Lord. Amen.

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