and it’s not the one that involved throwing the jeep into reverse and getting out of the way.
Scott and I were involved in a head on collision yesterday. Fortunately, thanks to airbags, and my theory of “yield to tonnage,” which is the lighter object should always yield to the heavier one, no one was seriously hurt.
I saw it coming.
I knew it was going to be bad.
My reaction, instead of getting right with my Lord and Saviour this one last time (my backup plan – covering my bases)?
Not “Dear Heavenly Father, please forgive me of my sins, and should I die from this, accept me into your heavenly kingdom. I’ve tried hard to obey you, to love you, and to live by your Son’s teachings, but just in case we’re not quite right…”
Too many words for those milliseconds when the white Scion, traveling west on Perry Creek Road at Soccer Center, clipped the teenager using the “ For Entrance Only” as an exit, and came speeding at my jeep, which was quietly awaiting its opportunity to turn into WRAL Soccer Center.
Rather than dwell on the Christian learning experience that this should lead to, I’d rather propose something else.
I’d like to see the phrase “Oh, Shit!” come to mean the very same thing as my prayer above.
It’s much easier to say.
It would then cover all the bases.
Call me St. Jimmy.