BOOM. It happened before I knew what had hit us--a truck, running a red light at 50+mph. And as the haze of the airbag swirled around me, I heard two terrified cries from the back seats. I rushed to sweep my kids into my arms, seeing that they were both okay. A kind stranger took us into his car and out of the cold. I held my kids, sobbing, so grateful that we were spared from the tangle of wreckage, kissing their heads and holding them tight. It's in moments like these that life becomes clear, that you reflect on your priorities. It's a blessing when you realize, at the end of the day, that you've had your priorities straight all along.
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