It was raining and we were laughing as we began our trek to the car. I was holding my coat up high over my head with one hand while the other held a cup of hot chocolate. When the light changed I began to jog across the street. My daughter yelled to me, but I didn’t answer. The puddles were everywhere; she’d have to wait until I made it across to get my attention.
This was my mistake.
Because the next thing I knew-thud, thud, thud, thud, thud; I was rolling across the street. Shocked and confused, minutes later I stood up and said to my daughter, “I think I just got hit my a car.” As if she didn’t know. As if she didn’t try to stop me. As if she didn’t witness the entire scene.
How does one manage to get hit by a car you ask? Standing on the street corner, when the “Walk” sign lit up, I quickly headed across due to the weather. The rain, my coat and being blind in my left eye surely all played a part in my not seeing this car turning right and toward me. I don’t know why the driver did not see me. Was she texting? Was she changing her radio station? Was her mind a million miles away? I’ll never know because I did not ask. I was lucky: I had no broken bones, no concussion, just a few scrapes and scratches. The chronic hip pain came later.
I’ll never forget what when through my head after I got hit by that car. I thought:
Wow, I could have died.
Wow, everything can change in an instant.
Wow, I waste a lot of life energy on stupid stuff.
Later that night, curled up on the couch in front of the fire, I decided stupid stuff does not deserve my attention. There are really only a few things in life that matter, and much that doesn’t.
An aggravating co-worker isn’t worth getting aggravated over.
A messy house matters very, very little. It will eventually get cleaned.
A rude store clerk or customer service rep or relative is just having a bad day; it’s really not about me anyway.
Being late to church, my daughter missing the bus, over cooking the chicken for dinner: small stuff.
All of this begs the question; what does matter? For me, and likely for you, it’s this:
Having people to love in my life.
Having a faith that brings me hope, joy and purpose.
Being happy and content with what I have.
End. Of. Story. The rest is just life: it comes, it goes, it can all be gone in an instant. It will take care of itself, one day at a time. So worry not, and watch where you walk in the rain.