A Coca-Cola Moment

After a lovely lunch at Panera with one of my oldest and dearest friends, I was on my way home when...CRASH.  Here's how it happened.

I was sitting at a red light in a long line of traffic.  The light turned green.  Before it was my turn to start moving, I had time to take one more swig of my Coke, and before I could even put it back down.... BOOM.  Coke was down my shirt, up my nose, and in my eyes. What the heck just happened?  I put my drink down where it proceeded (no joke) to EXPLODE, as if I had just shaken it and opened it.  Coke was now everywhere.  I looked in my rear-view mirror trying to figure out what hit me, and from where.  The guy behind me got out of his vehicle, came to my window and said, "Are you OKAY?"  He then suggested that we pull into the corner gas station.

We were not hurt.  Did I say Coke was everywhere?  Yep.  My two front beverage holders were filled with it.  Please note: I did not pour it there.

His car was barely damaged.  The front grill was a little popped out.  He'll probably be able to punch that thing right back into place.

My back van door?  ...has an imprint of his grill.  Well, you know -- kinda sorta.  Big indentation.

No glass, no muss, no fuss.  Called police.  Filled out reports.  He was sited.  Aside from feeling as if I need to be hosed off (remember the Coke?), I am fine.  Life goes on.

I high-tailed it back to my side of town to pick up my son from school.  On the way... the whole thing became funny.  I sort of relived the details.  Like... it was nice that the guy came to my window and asked if I was okay.  In truth, I was traveling at a rate of ZERO mph, and so I really started to wonder at him asking.

THAT's when it became funny.  I realized how I must have looked to him.  There I sat with a stupefied look on my face wondering WHAT ON EARTH had just happened.  I had Coca-Cola in my eyes, running down my face, and (I am sure) hanging in giant drops from the tip of my nose.  Not to mention the fact that I was holding a bottle of pop that was exploding all over me and my dashboard.  I must've been a sight.

I'm not sure I'll ever feel the same way about Coca-Cola.  {Oh heck, who am I kidding?  My gram introduced me to the stuff.  I'll never be able to give it up.}

Today, I am thankful for God's provision of safety for me, as well as for the sited gentleman.  I'm thankful for an honest person that owned up to what happened, confirming my story.  Thankful that I could reach my sweet hubby, and that he was "on call" to pick up our son at school if my situation did not allow me to.  Thankful that our daughter was safe at home.  Thankful that the accident was not anything more than it was!  Oh -- and for a sense of humor.  A little sticky, but still in tact.

This one has God's fingerprints all over it.

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