Seven years ago today was a very lucky day.
John and I were in this van, just five minutes from home on a two lane highway, when a transport truck in the oncoming lane lost control and jack-knifed...resulting in the trailer coming down on top of the van. This photo is the end result.
John was rushed to the local hospital, and then transferred by ambulance to the trauma unit of one of the Ottawa hospitals. It was during the SARS epidemic, so I wasn't allowed into the trauma unit to see him for the first 24 hours. He spent 3 days in the hospital, and the following months recuperating at home, and two years of physio. After the accident, the only way he could sleep was in a recliner chair in our living room.
Why was it a very lucky day?
We survived, and I still have my best friend, my partner, and the love of my life. Each day is a gift now, and we try our best to focus on the good things in life. But it's easy to forget. So each year I bring out this photo and take a look. And remember how lucky we are.
Take your day and do something good. Pass it on.