Following my little adventure over the weekend I’ve found myself in a reflective mood, considering what might of been and how that might have affected those left behind, so to speak. Not pleasant thoughts I know, but the sort that take you after any major type event or life experience … I’m sure most of us have had them, those events where what we are now, today, was balanced on a knife’s edge.
I can’t help thinking that over the weekend what was on the knife edge was simple. I could be sat here writing a blog entry with the kids fast asleep in their beds or, if things had gone the other way, not.
I suppose that it’s almost inevitable, possibly required as part of our nature, that we consider things on a deeper level, we try to assign some sort of spiritual or religious significance to them … and so it is I find myself considering the nature of what those of a religious persuasion might label as miracles, whilst other general run-of-the-mill bods might suggest to be luck.
If you’ve read my previous entry here you’ll already know that my two young children and I were involved in a serious car accident over the weekend. An accident from which we walked away. It might be fair to describe it as a ‘miraculous’ escape but whether this was luck, something more divine, or simply a result of good design is anybodies guess - although I’m pretty sure I know which one the car manufacturer would choose. And the preacher. And the atheist.
There’s an unexpressed question in there if you’re smart enough to figure it out.
I wouldn’t have been surprised if we had all been seriously injured in some way, I wouldn’t have liked it, but I wouldn’t have been surprised. But to walk away from an accident like that, having crossed the carriageway, left the road, flown threw the air (sideways), through a big deer fence, landed upside down, before bouncing up into the air again, and landing back on the wheels again, before we disembarked as-if-I-had-bloody-well-meant-to-park-it-there. To have walked away from that strikes me as being somewhat more than lucky …
… perhaps it was just plain old luck, good or bad, or maybe just a pinch of each with a healthy dose of safety design features added in for good measure. Perhaps it was a minor miracle …
… perhaps miracles happen all the time, perhaps we just don’t notice them. Perhaps it’s in the mundane. The problem that works itself out; catching yourself on the cusp of a fall; the skid that’s recovered; the train that was delayed; the train you decided not to take; the journey you postponed …
… I’m beginning to ramble now, you can tell by my over use of the word ‘perhaps’ and ‘ … ‘, gotta love those ‘ … ‘, or not. Either way I’m tired now so I’m going, although I may return to this subject again … although perhaps not?!
