Learnt this the hard way, thanks to a head-on collision with a sturdy Cadillac. I was nine. It took a moment – literally just seconds – for the blinding flash of headlights; the crunch of breaking glass; the creak of bending metal; the absolute horror of seeing my younger sister thrown forward into the windshield in seemingly slow motion by the force of the crash... All in the split-seconds before I lost consciousness.
I remember how, for the first few moments after regaining consciousness, everything felt surreal; like it was happening to someone else, so detached was my mind at first from even the possibility that a car accident could ever happen to our family. Then when clarity dawns, you know what you must do somehow. God or sheer instinct – whichever force you would prefer to believe rules the universe – steps in to lead you from stupefied fear & into determined action. You get through it all. Then, as time wears on, everything becomes but a memory of what you're capable of overcoming; of healing from; of surviving.
Just as I survived the past few months.
"Few" being an absolutely relative term. For a time it felt like forever: the agony of feeling something was wrong but not being able to put a finger on it; the confusion with being force-fed a ration of half-truths; the soul-murdering frustration & helplessness... It felt like forever because they were moments that just kept running into each other, mimicking infinity. Until the moment came: &I overcame; I healed; I survived.
With You.
To God be the glory...
Just as I survived the past few months.
"Few" being an absolutely relative term. For a time it felt like forever: the agony of feeling something was wrong but not being able to put a finger on it; the confusion with being force-fed a ration of half-truths; the soul-murdering frustration & helplessness... It felt like forever because they were moments that just kept running into each other, mimicking infinity. Until the moment came: &I overcame; I healed; I survived.
With You.
To God be the glory...
