Friday, February 18, 2011.   It is probably one of the days I will never forget.  It was the day when I met an accident.  It was the day when I realized how easily one’s life can be taken, how a simple mistake can lead to a disaster, and how your life can change in a split second.  It is also the day when God has spoken to me and I did not listen.

I had been stressed for over two weeks already.  Probably because of work of because of the emotional dilemma that I am going through.  I woke up that morning having a queer feeling.   The weird dream probably contributed to that feeling.  I was not feeling well and I don’t really feel like driving.  I asked my sister if she can drive for me but she is also a bit sick herself.  I thought about just riding a cab but I said, what the heck, I will just drive.  When I went down to get my car, there was heavy traffic on our street so I cannot really leave yet.  While waiting, I decided to clean my car a bit.  Once the traffic started running smoothly, I hopped on board, start my engine, put my gear on reverse.  The guard asked me to drive my car forward so he can remove the block first.  With the instruction, I released the break and my car suddenly went on a free fall backwards.  It all happened so fast it took a while for me to realize that the reason why I was seeing a tricycle falling sideways in my rearview mirror is because of my car pushing it that way.  I hit the break, my hand shook, I was lost.

I was looking at what is happening, not able to digest what is going on.  I saw a kid with his mother, the driver standing.  Thank God, all they got were minor bumps.  The people around me told the tricycle driver it was his fault.  In my heart I know they were just trying to protect me.  It was my fault.  I tried to arrange for everything, called my agent, called my office, gave my number to the mother so they can let me know the kid’s condition, got the tricycle fixed.  After that, I went back to my apartment and started crying.  Crying out of fear, crying of gratitude, crying in frustration and regret.

I could have killed them.  If  it was just a man passing behind my car when it happened, it would have cost him his life.  I would have killed someone.  God is so merciful that eventhough I did not heed to His instruction, He still protected me and made things as light as possible.  Nobody was badly hurt.  Everyone in the scene was so kind to me.  I cried of frustration, of regret.  If only I followed God’s instruction and just took a cab, it would not have happened.

I now see how God tried to direct us, lead us to prevent bad things from happening to us.  I now realize that God tried to stop that tragedy to happen by prompting me to just take a cab.  It is true that God will lead us to what is good.  It is true that God is always there.  It is true that our choices will produce different results but no matter what our choices are, God is there with us.  We can never say that God never warned us from choosing the wrong way.  He does, I believe He always does but we are just to deaf to hear or to blind to see where He is leading us.  I never thought of that such thing may happen unless it did.  From now on, I will listen to that voice inside me and follow it’s instructions.  For all I know, it could be God whispering to me, protecting me, leading me to a better place.

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