I woke up this morning to find that it had snowed and hailed throughout the night. The trees are all covered with ice and snow, and the ground is white and silver. It looks beautiful, but is so cold, and dangerous to drive in. Its something that you can appreciate from the inside, and despise from the outside.
My Aunt Loretta passed away this morning. She had been battling pancreatic cancer for a while. After I heard, I looked outside again. Now I see that just as the snow and ice is hated when outside, we, her friends and family are saddened by her death. But, just as the snow and ice is beautiful from the inside, she finally found her peaceful rest.
It was a cold morning.
God speed Aunt Loretta- We love you.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Why I Hate Rain... sometimes
Now, don't get me wrong, rain is phenomenal- I love it on any normal day, or for that matter, any abnormal day too- but there are a few rare days that I hate the rain. One of them was yesterday.
I love to drive- It's therapeutic and calming, and inspiring and motivational all at the same time. Windows up or down, music blaring, or silence - driving is my peace. Yesterday I went to the YMCA and had a great workout, and went to Walgreens (one of my favorite stores) and did a lil shopping, and was on my way to visit one of my favorite friends, when all of a sudden I had no control of my car. The rain on the ground made it slippery, and as I was exiting the highway on a downhill exit ramp, my car decided to slip, spin in a circle and plow over the curb backwheels first going at least 60 miles an hour. The whole time I am trying to control this huge metal weight with two little levers and a small wheel without much success, cause I was terrified it was going to roll once it hit the curb. Once the car finally stopped, I was still partially on the exit ramp (and partially in the woods), and realized as other cars came bounding around the corner and off the highway, that I was in their way. So somehow the car started and I drove it off the curb and onto the side of the road. I looked at the car, couldn't believe that I was untouched, and that somehow the body of the car was spotless as well! Then I looked under and at the tires and saw where all the damage was. After calls to parents, AAA, and friends, and a trip to a gas station, I eventually got the car to the mechanic. When I told them what happened, they looked at the car, and when they saw my back tire, they all did a double take and said "Wow- you really hit hard". Apparently I completed busted my rim on the tire and the hubcab and all has to be realigned. Then somehow on the front, part of the sway bar was damaged. When I asked them how safe it was to drive, they kinda laughed and said, "Well, your steering column isn't aligned with the car anymore, so... not that safe."
Now, Praise God that the car didn't flip, and that no one was in front or behind me, and that I managed to somehow drive the car to the mechanic, and that the paint job I just had finished on the car wasn't damaged, and even more importantly, that I came away without a scratch. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was listening to 99.1 FM...the Christian Radio Station, and that my grandmother a couple years ago bought me a little sign for my car with a picture of the Sacred Heart on it which makes me a member of the Sacred Heart Auto League (it's supposed to protect you). What I find particularly interesting, is that when I called Tim later in the day, he told me that his car was in an accident from slipping on the highway and my car had done the same, all around the same time. (luckily he wasn't in his car, his brother was borrowing it- but he is fine as well).
This story is a interesting color for my canvas. It was difficult to experience - but it could have been worse. There are many positive aspects of it, such as the helpful man at the gas station who told me where the mechanic was, looked at my car, and assured me that I could make it there safely. But there are also many influences that the whole experience has, which I did not count on. I can not go the YMCA , out with friends, or shopping, to my grandmothers house, or Tim's until the car is fixed. My bank account after all of this will be a negative amount- which promises a great social life next semester. And when I think about getting in my mom or dad's car, I cannot shake the wave of nausea that hits me. It is difficult to know that I love driving, but to also know that the next time I drive, will be extremely tough. The reason I tell this story is not just because it happened, but because it is a perfect color to paint you in order to explain being home. It is sometimes diffcult to experience, but it could be worse. There are positve aspects of it, and many negative influences... and although I know there is love, it is still tough.
In heaven there will be rain, but the cars up there will never spin out of control.
...and according to NBC news, the weather report for the next three days......rain...
I love to drive- It's therapeutic and calming, and inspiring and motivational all at the same time. Windows up or down, music blaring, or silence - driving is my peace. Yesterday I went to the YMCA and had a great workout, and went to Walgreens (one of my favorite stores) and did a lil shopping, and was on my way to visit one of my favorite friends, when all of a sudden I had no control of my car. The rain on the ground made it slippery, and as I was exiting the highway on a downhill exit ramp, my car decided to slip, spin in a circle and plow over the curb backwheels first going at least 60 miles an hour. The whole time I am trying to control this huge metal weight with two little levers and a small wheel without much success, cause I was terrified it was going to roll once it hit the curb. Once the car finally stopped, I was still partially on the exit ramp (and partially in the woods), and realized as other cars came bounding around the corner and off the highway, that I was in their way. So somehow the car started and I drove it off the curb and onto the side of the road. I looked at the car, couldn't believe that I was untouched, and that somehow the body of the car was spotless as well! Then I looked under and at the tires and saw where all the damage was. After calls to parents, AAA, and friends, and a trip to a gas station, I eventually got the car to the mechanic. When I told them what happened, they looked at the car, and when they saw my back tire, they all did a double take and said "Wow- you really hit hard". Apparently I completed busted my rim on the tire and the hubcab and all has to be realigned. Then somehow on the front, part of the sway bar was damaged. When I asked them how safe it was to drive, they kinda laughed and said, "Well, your steering column isn't aligned with the car anymore, so... not that safe."
Now, Praise God that the car didn't flip, and that no one was in front or behind me, and that I managed to somehow drive the car to the mechanic, and that the paint job I just had finished on the car wasn't damaged, and even more importantly, that I came away without a scratch. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was listening to 99.1 FM...the Christian Radio Station, and that my grandmother a couple years ago bought me a little sign for my car with a picture of the Sacred Heart on it which makes me a member of the Sacred Heart Auto League (it's supposed to protect you). What I find particularly interesting, is that when I called Tim later in the day, he told me that his car was in an accident from slipping on the highway and my car had done the same, all around the same time. (luckily he wasn't in his car, his brother was borrowing it- but he is fine as well).
This story is a interesting color for my canvas. It was difficult to experience - but it could have been worse. There are many positive aspects of it, such as the helpful man at the gas station who told me where the mechanic was, looked at my car, and assured me that I could make it there safely. But there are also many influences that the whole experience has, which I did not count on. I can not go the YMCA , out with friends, or shopping, to my grandmothers house, or Tim's until the car is fixed. My bank account after all of this will be a negative amount- which promises a great social life next semester. And when I think about getting in my mom or dad's car, I cannot shake the wave of nausea that hits me. It is difficult to know that I love driving, but to also know that the next time I drive, will be extremely tough. The reason I tell this story is not just because it happened, but because it is a perfect color to paint you in order to explain being home. It is sometimes diffcult to experience, but it could be worse. There are positve aspects of it, and many negative influences... and although I know there is love, it is still tough.
In heaven there will be rain, but the cars up there will never spin out of control.
...and according to NBC news, the weather report for the next three days......rain...
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