My third life ended with screeching tires crumpling metal and shattering glass. No one should have walked away.
By the grace of God everybody did.
Life number one debuted just like every other human: My birthday. My second life commenced with surviving the rupture of a brain aneurysm. Life number three opened with a half-paralyzed body following the stroke which occurred during surgery to repair the aneurysm.
Flirtation with death seems to be an unconscious hobby. Today, in the words of my outspoken daughter: “birds up” to Death! I can only say it of course, since Lida is incapable of flipping the bird.
After the accident my husband, Jack, pointed out the number of lives I have used up. Miraculously, I’ve been spared again. In the infancy of life number four, I ponder the reason for these gifts.
I learn most lessons the very hard way. The lesson of the accident is:
Stroke survivors must listen to their bodies. I was far too tired for driving, but forged on despite considering handing the wheel over to Jack. It was a potentially deadly mistake.
If you, like me, are a stroke survivor, please don’t make the same error. Pay close attention to your body and always err on the side of caution. My fourth life could very well have begun with the end of someone’s only life.
I am compelled to apologize to the world for this devastating misjudgement. I humbly submit my apology here and vow to keep the emotion I experienced immediately after the accident alive to remind me; pushing myself one step too far could be disastrous.
Stay safe, drive safe and rest easy in the knowledge that I am not driving at all right now.
When you pull up behind o a driver who hesitates longer than you’d like, please be patient. It will result in safer streets. There are 7 million stroke survivors in America. We must take things slowly for your safety as well as our own.