What started as a HS fling
Became a college thing…
Then my sort of joy in spring…
At a time, my only source for bling…
That which I only saw departing with a ring…
The one that did not mind listening to me sing…

And then in an instant…
11 years were deemed unimportant…
11 years were deemed a loss…
Our friendship torn apart…
All because he was “distracted”
And “they” wanted to do the bare minimum…

But what about our joy rides…
Oh the memories that will never be replaced
Even with my version of “something new”
It is you that I was not ready to let go of…

Baby, I never dreamed you’d leave in winter!
I thought we would go then come back home…
Oh, I never dreamed you’d leave in winter,
Now my quiet nights will be spent alone…
Why wouldn’t “they” pay!

This poem was written at the loss of my “Baby” – my 1999 Corolla – the first car I ever knew how to drive…  I wasn’t ready to let her go 3 weeks ago, but the insurance companies weren’t willing to pay for her restoration… Sometimes when we let go of old things, we have room for something better… but often times it’s really hard to let go of the old, especially when that’s all we really knew…

For the majority of the time between the accident and now, I have gone between feelings of disbelief, frustration (mostly with the insurance companies), and dread (at the thought of paying for a new car).  There was a little thankfulness thrown in at the beginning… But this past weekend, I saw some things that put my car accident in perspective.  As I prepared for bed one evening, I looked out the window quickly and saw the aftermath of a very serious car accident.  Both cars were undeniably totaled, and both cars had to have firemen remove the doors to pry out passengers.  Of the four involved in this collision, 3 were rushed to the hospital in serious condition and 1 was in critical condition.  I watched the fireman and paramedics do their jobs as tears rolled down my face.  As I prayed, I found myself battling thoughts that the people in the car wouldn’t make it, so I continuously rebuked those thoughts.  I then thought of how “inconvenienced” I had been over my accident.  I thought of the fact that I was able to walk away from my accident virtually unharmed (as were the other 3 involved).  I thought of how I was able to drive my car away from the scene and then to the body shop.  I remembered how the firemen drove by us at the accident scene and asked if we needed paramedics… and we were able to say no.  So many thoughts ran through my head that evening, but the prevailing thought was “Thank You Jesus!” because I was kept from a much worst outcome.  Be sure to count your blessings, because sometimes, we get blessed with and from things we did not even know were out there!