Char and I went out looking for furniture for our soon to be owned new home. We decided to hit “The Decorium” wayyy out in North York, and on our way home, we drove down Leslie. We were stopped at a light at Leslie and Sheppard, when a van got broadsided by a car right in front of us. I didn’t see the actual accident, but without even thinking, I put our car in park, grabbed my cell phone, and went to make sure everyone was all right. After checking on everyone in the van, and making sure they were okay, I called 911, and talked the operator through what happened. Luckily the gentleman driving, and his son and wife in the back seat were all okay. The wife was a little bruised up, and the son bit his tounge, but they’re all going to be okay. The other car was pretty badly damaged, but both the kid driving and his mom seemed okay, a little bumped around, and a little bruised, but okay.

It makes you think though, when something so violent, and so quick can just change your otherwise sleepy Sunday afternoon. Yet again it makes my new favourite saying pop into my mind, “There but for the grace of god go I.”

It also reminds me that I HAVE to start carrying gloves in my car. Again, without even thinking, I jumped into the fray, and if there had been blood anywhere, I could have gotten it on me. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. My mom taught me to be cool in an emergency, but I need to learn to take better care of myself when they happen.

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