My brother, sister and I are more alike than we had originally thought. Not only do we have the same blood coursing through our veins and the uncanny ability to know exactly what to say to get each other annoyed, but we also have the ability to be in all the wrong places at the wrong time. It has been an ongoing cycle since we were wee, little tots, but hopefully the cycle has ended.

The other day I was driving on the same roads I’ve driven about a million times, making the same turns, stopping at the same stop signs, and then it hit me. A pick up truck came out of nowhere plowing into my car, slamming me into the van in front of me. It may sound morbid, but I knew, out of all us ‘kids’, I would be the next one in a car wreck. I just knew it; seems to be how it works for us.

You see, in high school my brother and I were walking out to my car after an early out due to snowy/icy conditions and some idiot thought he would be cool and whip a few doughnuts. (Which come on, you’re in a parking lot full of students.) Needless to say the doughnut malfunctioned and he slammed right into my brother pinning him up against another vehicle. The other vehicle was totaled and I NEVER want to witness that EVER again. My bro’s scream alone was enough to make my heart stop.

Then a few years later, my little sister was on her way to the 4-H fair to weigh in her steer for the show the next day, driving down the same roads she’s ever known. She was coming over a hill and the oncoming vehicle was in her lane. She jerked the wheel, overcorrected and ended up rolling her car in the ditch. And I NEVER want to relive that drive to the hospital EVER again. Seeing my tough, little sister in the hospital with her hair matted to her head from all the blood was more than I could handle.

I remember walking away from each of these incidents thinking it should’ve been me. That as much as they can annoy me, I love them both to death and I should’ve been the one struck; not them. Then it hit me, I’ll probably be the next one in a car wreck. Sure enough, I was. But you know what? In each incident we were all able to walk away. Maybe, not right away but we all managed to walk away with a few bumps, scratches, bruises. You know why? Because God is on our side. Now more than ever before, I truly believe we each have our own guardian angels. There is no way my siblings should have survived those accidents, but they did. I guess those angels really know what they’re doing☺

Here is the aftermath…

The grill got shoved back into the radiator. I guess it just missed the air bag detectors.

The side view. The police said hitting a bump in the road could’ve set the air bags off since they had already detected a hit. I’m surprised they didn’t go off.

The back view. My trunk wouldn’t close. Good thing it didn’t fly completely open otherwise there is no way I would’ve been able to keep it shut.

Close-up of the back bumper.

View from the side.

I am now driving a volkswagen passat rental car. I have not had to drive a rental car since I was creamed by a school bus…