How do I say this... I am blessed to be alive, not hurt and home.
Monday, Sept.10th, I spent the day holding our newest grandson, baby Trey.
It was Todd's first day back to work since having Trey.
Stephanie was going to be home, alone, for the first time.
I remember when Tom went back to work. I was scared. So, I offered to stay with Stephanie for the day. She was delighted, so was Todd.
Great day! Hugged and kissed Trey all day. I think he now has a bald spot on his head. Stayed until after dinner.
I remember looking at the clock in my car and saying to myself, I should be home by 8:30 PM. I took the freeway into Seattle. I was looking at the absolutely beautiful skyline, with all the lights. THEN... I looked up and saw red lights ahead of me! The whole freeway was stopping. That's four, maybe five lanes of traffic.
I never tailgate and had plenty of time to stop. Tom taught me to pump my brake lights to warn the cars behind me I was stopping, which I did. The car behind me must of seen my lights because he slowed down and was a safe distance. Looking forward, I was OK. Then I looked in the rear view mirror.
It was like a movie!
The car behind me had stopped. The white van behind him didn't! It crashed into him.
The van went up the back of the car, into the wall-divide (I thought it was going to go into the on coming traffic) and was coming down in front of the hit car, towards me. I had room to move forward a bit but if I got any closer to the car in front of me, I was afraid I'd hit him. So I stayed and prayed.
I remember the awful sound, seeing the van go up and over the car. I remember getting ready for an impact of some sort (debris or even the van).
I also remember the feeling of an soft impact, a sort of air pressure or force. I don't know how to describe it.
I truly believe God and His Angels, were there for me. The pressure was like a cushion between me and the on coming van. The van stopped before it could hit or even bump me! Smoke was coming from the other car's impact. I sat there and THANKED GOD! He had saved me from any harm.
After a long five minutes, all four or five lanes of traffic started to move, except the ones behind me. As I drove, I couldn't see why we all stopped. There wasn't an accident ahead of us to cause the traffic to stop.
I was shaking all the way home.
I got home around 8:45 PM, safe and sound.