Last night, my mom and I were in a car wreck.

We were coming back from getting Monte Cristo at Barnes and Noble.
We were mostly across the intersection at Jupiter and Plano Parkway.
Then this idiot ran the red at some ridiculously high speed.
Neither me or mom saw him until about 3 seconds before we hit him.
Mom had enough time to get her foot off the gas and go "Oh jeez-"
The front of the station wagon hit the end of the other car.
We ended up facing the Sonic, which means we spun pretty hard to the left.
Thankfully, we were both wearing seatbelts and the airbags deployed.

I was screaming bloody murder. Mom was surprisingly calm.
Mom couldn't get her door open. The frame's totally shot.
I kept screaming about my face hurting, and I had a terrible bloody nose.
What a 'coincidence': A fireman happened to be driving by just then.
He came over to look at my nose. He said it was probably broken.
Some lady brought me a fluffy pink towel to hold to my face. :]

An ambulance, firetruck, and police arrived a few minutes later.
They put me in a neck brace and put me into the ambulance on a stretcher.
Let me tell you something about being a patient in an ambulance:
The guy who rides back there with you talks to you, asks you questions.
After the required stuff, stuff like my name, age, and address,
he asked me about my grade and my school and what have you.
I'm pretty sure it was meant to calm me down some
because my heart rate was probably off the charts just then.
Yeah, those questions? They don't do squat for calming you down.

We went to Medical Center of Plano. Mom was somehow still calm.
The x-ray machine in that place is freaking huge, I'm sayin'.
Dad and Matt showed up about 10 minutes after I got back from x-rays.
Pastor Randy and Alisha showed up about 15 or 20 minutes later.
Everybody prayed for me and mom and then we talked for a while.
Alisha brought me her iPod to listen to so I wouldn't be bored. :] haha
A while after they left, the x-ray results came back.
I didn't have a broken nose, but I've got contusions across my right cheek.
I've also got a few smaller cuts across the end of my nose.
Both my cheeks have 1st degree burns for the airbag hitting them,
and I think the contusions are from the airbags slamming my glasses into my face.
Mom is completely fine except for a stiff wrist and some soreness.

In all honesty, I should have a broken nose at the very least.
In fact, I should probably have some spinal or neck injuries, but I don't.
Mom got off with just a stiff wrist. She doesn't have any cuts or bruises.
If we'd been going just a tiny bit faster, or the other car'd been going any slower,
it would've been so much worse than it is. I might even be dead right now.

If the fact that mom and I got off so much easier than we really should have
isn't proof that God exists and was keeping us safe last night,
then I honestly don't know what in the world WOULD be proof of Him.

The first thing I said after I stopped screaming was "Thank you, God."
And I am so thankful that He was there with us last night.

The first coherent thought I had was of something Joel said Sunday morning.
He was saying how we can all point to times in our life and say,
"I should've died right there. I should've been killed by that."

This is one of those times for me. I don't know why I'm alive today.
But I'm so thankful I am, and I could never say enough how much I am.