Okay ... my sister broke her ankle last month and today I took her to several places for treatment, back to her home ... got her settled ... she handed me a grocery list and off I went, in her car.
Parked at the store ... I had my reading glasses on to see what was on the list and .... ka-BOOM ... a very old fellow plowed in to me ... and the air bag deployed and my glasses scrunched and now I look like I am a street fighter who lost round one.
Meanwhile ... I was so worried about the old fellow ... he got out of his car as I got out on mine and he was as white as could be ... trembling and shaking ...
"I'm okay, really, it could have been so much worse." I said, even as blood was running down my face ...
"You are NOT! You are HURT! I DID this!"
Well, yes, he did ... but a stroke is not in order, here.
Anyway ... I made him sit on the curb and put his head between his knees until the police came.
Old souls ... he maybe should not be driving anymore, but leaving control forever and forever being without control ... I don't know ... 'tis tough ... with God's Grace he has lived this long ... I know it is up to Him ... I felt so sorry for him ...
We can all feel so fragile, in those moments least expected ... not anticipated ... never in our plans ... you know what comes next ...
We
plan
He
decides ....
Oh my! So now you look like a prize fighter and your car is broke, too. Prayers for you, Dear One!