I’ve been reminded recently how life changes in a moment. One minute, life is one way. The next, it’s turned upside down.
We had such a moment at 4:15 this morning. This moment didn’t change my life so much as it changed someone else’s but it’s illustrative of my point.
We’re camping this week in my cousin-in-law’s yard. It’s idyllic. Nice level lot, protected from the wind, a well-manicured yard. The cousin-in-law offered to let me use her brand new washer and dryer and her husband shared the fresh produce from his garden–ah, the comforts of home one misses when one is living in an RV.
The cousin-in-law’s yard out is in the middle of a corn field. The front yard is a stretch of county road between Hither and Yon, but the other three sides are bordered by seven feet of corn. I swear, it grew a foot this week. The corn even muffles all sound except the birds and the bees. Literally, the chirping of the birds and the chittering of insects is the only thing you hear out here, punctuated occasionally by the engine noise of a car speeding by.
This story is about that placid corn and speeding cars.
At 4:15 a.m., my Beloved awakens me with an urgent question, “What was that?!”
“I didn’t hear anything,” I murmured.
He jumps out of bed, throwing on his clothes. I’m becoming more alert now.
“Honey, you’re dreaming,” I said. “You’re putting your underwear on backwards.”
“No, I heard a car go into the ditch,” he says. “I heard the tires squeal and a crash.”
“I left the flashlight where it belongs,” I said, rolling over.
I wasn’t interested in investigating a dream.
But a car did indeed go into the ditch and crash.
My Beloved called 911, and within minutes, 10 emergency vehicles were on the scene.
The “scene” was only 50 feet from my cousin-in-law’s house, between two light poles. Mr. E754145 left the pavement, entered the corn field and was launched airborne. This is where he went in, losing his license plate.
And this is where he landed, roughly 30 feet further on.
I think Mr. E754145 is alive to tell the story. My Beloved heard him try the ignition as he was calling 911, so he was at least conscious after crash landing. He didn’t hit a pole. The corn softened his landing. But in any case, his car was intact and operational and so was he at 4:14 a.m. At 4:16, he had to be stretchered away, and the car was towed.
Before and after.
Life can change in a minute.