Wife or something like it: It's good to be alive

It's so crazy how fragile life is. I find myself being so comfortable in the life I live and feeling like I will always have tomorrow when in reality I have no control over my life. At any second life could end. I've never felt that like I did yesterday.

My sister Rachel and I were driving from our home in West Jordan to go to work in Provo. It had been snowing all night long and when we were about to go into work my dad told us that we shouldn't go if we could avoid it. Although I knew the roads were bad I figured I would be fine and that the roads wouldn't really effect me.

We were driving along just fine. A diesel truck was driving in the middle lane next to us and slush from his tires were flying back and hitting my window so I got into the carpool lane to try and pass him.

I should have just hung back and passed him from behind. I shouldn't have even been on the roads. I should have been driving slower. There are so many things that keep flashing in my mind about what I should or should not have done. As I was trying to get ahead of the diesel some slush got caught up in my tire and my car started to head towards the cement wall.

I knew something horrible was about to happen and I remember just saying my sister's name over and over. I was trying my best to get us away from the wall and in my efforts to avoid the wall I lost complete control over my car. The car just started going crazy and the next thing I knew we were spinning across the lanes and ended up facing the opposite direction of traffic looking straight at the diesel that I tried to pass and another car. An SUV. We hit the SUV on my side first and then we bounced off of the SUV and hit the diesel on Rachel's side. Rachel's hand was cut from the broken glass and I got a bruise from my seatbelt and a little bruise on my foot from hitting the pedal.

I am so grateful for so many things. I'm grateful that we hit the cars where we did because if my car would have been positioned even a foot's difference on either side, it would have been a head on collision. I'm grateful for the wonderful young couple who stopped to make sure we were ok and called the ambulance when I couldn't because I was going crazy. I'm grateful for the nice EMT's who cleaned up Rachel's cut hand and let us sit in the warm ambulance while we waited for my dad to come get us. I am so grateful for my wonderful dad who didn't once get mad at me or make me feel bad but only showed love and concern. I'm grateful for my family and that I am still here with them. I'm grateful for my sweet boyfriend Matt, who dropped what he was doing for the rest of the day and came to be with me. I could not be more grateful that no body was hurt. That I was able to turn and see my sister alive and ok. That the drivers of the other two cars were fine. I will forever be grateful for that.

Mostly I am so grateful for my Heavenly Father. There is no doubt in my mind that He was the one who prevented anything worse from happening. We were hit by a diesel. A diesel. The HUGE trucks that I always get so nervous around. The trucks that are a hundred times the size of my car. We were hit by a diesel and walked away with nothing more than a couple of cuts and bruises. Some people may say that's luck. It's not luck. Heavenly Father had His angels watching over us yesterday.