I was living a

"safe and secure,"

but small life.

In many ways, I had a great life. I was in my forties, had two amazing children who’d become adults I was proud of, and was a successful therapist.

Then I had a life-changing accident.

February 10, 2017, I was driving down the highway near the small town where I live. A semi passed me as I was attempting a turn and connected with my vehicle. Somehow, my vehicle became connected with the semi.

It proceeded to drag me and my car along with it, at high speed.

I felt like I was floating.

 The next thing I remembered; I was on the other side of the road. I was in the driver’s seat. A man and a woman were helping me out of my car. It was smashed up against the guardrail facing oncoming traffic. My windshield was completely shattered and the door was coming off.

 I only had a small cut on my hand, and bruising. My spine and neck were injured in multiple areas, but I was able to walk. Shaky, and in shock, but surprised that I was able to move, I grabbed my phone, my purse and the little angel my sister had given me shortly before my trip.

It was only after a lot of reflection, that I realized I’d placed the angel my sister gave me on my steering wheel, facing the side where the semi was dragging me. I’m not typically the sort of person who puts little decorations like that on my car.

You can bet she resides near my windshield, arms bent from the crash, in my car now >