**disclaimer notice: this entry may be slightly emo, slightly sad, and contain a lot of reflection/analysis as opposed to my typical style of sarcastic, running related content**
remember to breathe. and everything will be ok.
some days don’t go as planned. some days start out as ordinary days. some days wind up changing you whether you want them to or not. and today was one of those days.
my hubby was travelling to Canton this morning as he was supposed be leaving for a road trip with his professional soccer team. i kissed him goodbye, told him to be safe, and told him to keep me posted as the weather was less than wonderful. in fact, it was a downright awful mess of slushy, slippery snow (darn living off Lake Erie).
i drank my coffee, just as i do every morning. got dressed just as i do every morning. drove to work just as i do every morning. got my charts in order and ready just as i do every morning. and then i got a phone call from my mother-in-law. and one right after from my brother-in-law. this was not typical for my mornings. so, slightly concerned, i answered. mike was in a car accident. he got hit by a semi. for a brief second, my world came tumbling down. i imagined every possible horrible thing that loaded statement could contain. i broke down in front of my co-workers. stuff like that doesn’t happen to us, we are unbreakable, we are united, we are best friends, we are each others beginning and end and everything in between.
then mike called. he was frantic, he stated he was in an accident and was bleeding but had to go because the police were showing up. again, i broke down. where was he bleeding from? what was going on? uncertainty clearly is the 2nd worst thing in the world; playing mind games with yourself being the 1st.
i soon found out he was taken to the hospital. he was lucky. he was able to climb out of his car through his shattered window. he was covered in blood, but all wounds were superficial. only 2 spots required stitches.
my husband is the strongest person i know. i have to believe he was being watched over. i just have to. i need mike around more than he will ever know. seeing him so vulnerable was gut-wrenching and broke my heart. but at the same time, i am so thankful that he is ok.
I just want to end by thanking everyone for their prayers. prayer is a strong, if not the strongest act a person can do. mike is going to be fine. i am going to be fine. but life, as we know it, has changed in a way. i can’t put my finger on it, but i know each and every moment i cherish with my husband will hold new and special meaning.