Accidents happen. This is something we know all too well. The severity of accidents can vary greatly, and we can float through life with the, possibly foolish, delusion that a severe accident will never happen to us. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certain most people know that this is possible – I sure did – but who ever sits down and really thinks about it? Well… on Monday night I had an accident, and it was a pretty severe one at that.
I take it upon myself to always be grateful for what I have, and I have been this way for a long time – long before I had this accident. Every single night, without fail, I used to (and still do) thank God for all that He blesses me with and for all that He has given me. I am grateful. However, it wasn’t until I had this accident that I truly appreciated just how lucky I am. I often said, “I don’t really have any luck”, because I believed I didn’t; I didn’t really have anything lucky happen to me. Although, I vow never to say this again, and if I do, I need to be promptly reminded of my accident. But what, exactly, is luck? Well, according to my dictionary, luck is:
noun 1 good things that happen by chance.
Okay, well, what happened to me isn’t exactly what I’d call good, but I am lucky in the sense that this chance happening – this accident – was not as severe as it could have been.
So, what was my accident? Well, I shan’t go into details, but it was incredibly traumatic, and I was totally alone when it happened. That isn’t a very lucky circumstance, if you ask me. But, when I was in the hospital sat by the bed with the world swirling in a haze from my concussion, I realised just how fortunate I was/am. My goodness, I counted my blessings that night. The doctor said to me numerous times, “You have been so, so lucky.” Because, if you think about it, if I had been hit a little harder, or if I had been suffered the blow to a slightly different part of my face/head, I could not be here right now. But I have come away from a traumatic incident practically unharmed. Yeah, I have a bruised and swollen face, and yes I have a cracked nose and a messed up jaw, and yes it will take me a good while to be totally back on my feet, but that’s it. How on earth have I managed to come out of such a severe accident so… luckily? I have no idea, but there is clearly someone smiling down on me.
This accident reminded me just how lucky I am. And I am even more grateful than I was before. I am so blessed, and I will live my life reminding myself of that. Count your blessings people, for you have so many, and you never know when a severe accident could take it all away.
But, despite this, I cannot deny that it is a strange feeling… to know just how lucky I am. I am not going to question why this accident happened, I am not going to question why I came out of it so well; I am just going to accept it. Even so, I don’t like to think about it, nor do I like talking about it, but bizarrely, ever since this accident happened I have felt… anew, in some way. It is as though I have literally been knocked into a new sense of being and of mind. Of course, this could just be because I am not quite there in the recovery process, but something’s telling me this will last. I kind of want it to last, anyway. I don’t ever want to be ungrateful. Life is the most precious gift of all, and I am blessed enough to have it still.
I thank you, Lord. You are too good to me.
The greatest blessing of all is knowing You.