Monday, November 9, 2009

Whew, That Was Close!

Last evening we went on a nice walk. The sky was darkening and the stars were starting to shine brightly. Because I figured that I could not get the stroller up the embankment of the canal I chose to walk in the road...mind you, I was walking against traffic (as you are suppose to) and very close to the curb. There were two lanes from which the oncoming truck could travel in but he/she continued to dominate the far lane that I was occupying. Granted, it was dark but I was clearly visible and yet he kept coming at me. Phil, along with the rest of the family started to shout at me to get out of the road. I was kind of in a state of shock. I just couldn't believe that the driver wasn't even slowing down. He just kept speeding up as if he wanted to hit Brown Sugar and me.

I did finally get the stroller up over the curb...just in time as the truck zoomed past me. Phil carried Brown Sugar and the stroller up to the top of the canal. I know there were questions of why I was even in the road and other questions of why I didn't seem to be moving out of the way. But, then the most extraordinary thing happened. Phil came over to me and asked if I was o-kay. He had such tenderness in words and worry in his eyes. He was genuinely concerned about what was going on in my head and heart.

That is when my emotions spilled...words just came rushing out in disbelief as I rehearsed what had just happened. I was confused as to why the truck driver was so intent on running us over. He just held me and listened. The fact that I could have lost my daughter because of a reckless driver did not escape me. Phil was there to calm me down and help me process it all.

I am thankful for such incidents as these. They are lovely reminders of the gift that Phil is to me and my family. He is level headed and a calming influence for me in particular. My friends have witnessed his kindness and calm demeanor as problems arise with the kids. They have also seen him deal with situations that we have to face...like me leaving my keys in my son's car on Reformation Night. Goose left before us...with my keys. Phil was my hero that night...quietly taking charge and calming me at the same time.

I am blessed!
~Heather

6 comments:

not2brightGRAM said...

God always knows exactly what we need! (And, who!)

Genealogy Joanie said...

Phil gave just a hint that something scary happened yesterday but didn't want to tell the whole story, I guess. In the telling of this story you have shown another way you and I are alike. I could totally identify with what you were doing and the thought processes you were describing. I'm glad you and Brown Sugar were preserved and protected, and comforted.

Anna said...

Oh Heather, I am so thankful that you and Gabby are o.k.....how scary that was for you. How Blessed you are to have such a gentle man in your life, who understands and loves all of you and demonstrated that love in every situation.

Kenj said...

Yes, that's exactly what I thought about Phil during the key incident. I am so grateful for his kindnesses to you.

Martha A. said...

What a blessing, God both protected you and gave you someone to comfort you after it all!

Rebeca said...

I haven't visited your blog in a long time, but thought of you the other day and wondered how you were doing. Then Kendra posted your wonderful news! Am so happy that God has brought you through this time, and given you Phil now! I pray that you are all blessed as you shape your new life together!
Rebeca