Romans 8:28
Yesterday was a scary day for Corrie, Susannah, and me. We went to Homeschool Academy as usual, like every normal Thursday. It was good; I had a few tests, but they turned out alright. Especially the one in American Government - I'm so glad about that. (I think it's maybe because I studied this time)
We finished school there, we got into the car (Corrie was driving) and pulled out of the church wher Academy is at. It has been rainy this whole past week. Yesterday it kind of stopped but it was still lightly raining and everything was wet. We were driving only for about thirty seconds when we came up to an intersection. Corrie put on the breaks and we started sliding...like, really sliding. We started hydroplaning and Corrie couldn't turn off the road to avoid the pickup in front of us. We hit...suddenly, everything was white. I didn't know why....then I realized that the air bags went off. I tried to open the door put it was jammed shut. Corrie's was to. I saw what I thought was smoke inside the car (I later realized that it was the stuff from the airbag) so I wanted to get out. It seemed like I was in a dream. Suska was in the back seat, and her door opened so we climbed out the back. None of us were seriously hurt. My chest kind of hurt because of my seatbelt; Corrie hurt her thumb when her airbag popped out of the steering wheel, and she also hurt her leg; Susannah hurt her foot and her back because she didn't have her seatbelt on yet (she was putting on her seatbelt right then, but when she saw that we were going to hit she ducked) so she cut her foot on the metal stuff under the seat, and she also cut her ear or something, because she was lying on her ear.
Fortunately, there was a lady from Academy behind us so she helped us, called 911, and was figuring stuff out since Corrie was pretty shaken up. We all were, but Corrie was the most since she was driving. I couldn't really believe what just happened (I still felt like it was a dream). I went to go look at the front of the car. It was pretty bad. I think it might be totalled. Then I remembered the guy in the other car, so the lady and I went up to look at him. He was just sitting in his car not moving. His neck and right shoulder were hurt since we hit him pretty hard from the back. He had been in an just three weeks before and still hadn't fully recovered from it. I felt so bad.
Holly Elliff (Daniel's mom) came to pick up her kids from Academy and stopped to help. We called our pappaw since our parents were in Indiana (my dad is in Chicago right now and my mom just flew in last night). The 911 guys drove up and helped the guy in the pickup. They took him away, but said that he would be fine. It's amazing that nothing happened to us.
Then the police came and we started to figure out why we slid about 60 feet when Corrie put on her breaks. Well, the road was made out of this certain type of asphalt, and when it gets wet, the oils from it come up to the surface. So that was a big reason. Another thing was because we were going downhill, so when Corrie put on her breaks we just sped up and didn't slow down. The road was so slippery it was almost like ice. Even when we were just walking on it we kept slipping, so no wonder the tires slipped. The police said that there were two more s just about 300 feet away from wher we were. They also said that every time it rains, they always have an on that road. So that's pretty much what happened, Daniel and his siblings came over and were with us for a while. So it was good to have him there...and then our pappaw came. He drove us home. The bad thing is that even though it's not Corrie's fault, cuz we really weren't doing anything wrong, it is her fault because she's the one thta hit him from behind. The police said that it would be fine, since this is her first ticket...that it shouldn't be that bad.
So that's pretty much what happened...and now for my thoughts. Well, I didn't know what to think at first. I was sort of...well, something in between mad and scared...I don't know. But as I thought about it more I felt peace about it. Daniel helped me with that too. God was there in the car with us. God made it rain. He was there when we hit, and He has a purpose for it. Even when we think that it's the worst thing that could've happened, it's His plan. He didn't say, "Uh-oh, what did I do wrong there?" No, He was there. He planned it. We shouldn't be mad at Him for making us wreck the car, we should praise Him because He let us live! And that's awesome!I think he's showing me just to trust Him, that everything will turn out alright. I'm also thankful that God let it happen wher it happened. (right by the school) because if it was somewher else...no on ewould be there to help. God just thought it through. So that's cool.
The s are pretty sore today. I feel alright. I'm not hurt at all. And that makes me feel dumb. I wish I was the one that got hurt the most. Because I'm a guy, and the girls are girls...(if you know what I mean). =) But I guess God wanted it that way...
I love you guys, and remember Romans 8:28 when you're in trouble!
God is awesome!
Hudson