Today was just any other day until 11:15. That was when I was driving about 50-55mph on a county highway. I was heading to my friend’s house to drop off a few big baby items for their neighborhood garage sale. That was when I passed a man mowing his lawn on a riding mower. Little did I know that he had his chute facing the highway. I didn’t pay much attention to the fact that he was mowing the edge of his lawn right next to the highway.
However, reality hit faster than planned as a rock shot up and hit our passenger side front window. Within three seconds, it shattered (still remaining as one piece) and busted inside of the van. The next eighth of a second was spent determining that I was being shot at. The sound the rock made really sounded like a bullet (Not like I have ever experienced this, but I have learned a lot from movies). 🙂
Because of speed I was driving at, some of the glass blew into my side and also into the second row area. I was shaking I was so scared and immediately pulled over to check on our dear Princess A who was in the back seat holding her ball with her eyes as big as saucers. There was glass on the floor and one little piece on the edge of her car seat, but other than that, she appeared fine.
About 10 minutes later, after calling hubby, stopping to get the man’s name and insurance information, and driving the remaining mile to my friend’s house, I arrived at her home and quickly went to get Princess A out of her car seat to do a full check. Mind you, her cheeks were red and drenched in tears. She is clearly a girl because she stayed calm immediately when this happened and then erupted into tears…proceeding to cry while I try to chase down a man on a riding lawn mower who is AVOIDING me!
That is when I saw it. The ball – lovingly known as “Bah” in our home. She was still holding it tightly against her stomach and this is what it looked like:
The glass was on the side facing out/away from her stomach. She held this the entire time I was trying to figure things out. And that is why I title this post, “The “Bah” from Angels”. I don’t even want to think what may have happened if that ball was not in the exact position it was.
So granted…this sucks. No other way to say it. However, I will take it.
The alternatives could have been much worse. God and Our Angel Jaxon were watching over us. If I had been driving any faster, it would have hit Princess A’s window and shattered on her or worse yet, gone through the window. If we had been driving as a family, either hubby or I would have been cut badly in the passenger seat. And thankfully, Mr. C was not in the car to witness this. At the age of 4, his imagination is very ripe and can sometimes get the best of him.
So, here is to counting your blessings and “Bahs” from angels.