I was in a car accident last week.
But I walked away unscathed, as did all of those who were involved.
My car was damaged in the back, and the other vehicle was pretty much destroyed.
And all that transpired around the incident, in protection of myself and everyone involved, was a blessing.
Here's what happened:
It was Wednesday evening, June 23rd.
I was on my way from Cerritos to Beverly Hills for a special reading of a new play.
I stopped for gas on Artesia Blvd, a few blocks from where I live, and began to make my way to the 91 Freeway West.
In a few moments, I noticed an accident to the side of the road, at an intersection/cross-street.
It was a dreadful. Two vehicles were involved, and both were intermingled with one another.
I wasn't sure if there was any casualties.
I kept moving, and the traffic started to slow before the Freeway entrance.
Unfortunately, the driver behind me did not notice the slowing traffic, as he was distracted by the other accident.
In seconds, that driver slammed into me, going normal speed, approximately 20-25 miles per hour.
I stopped my car, walked out to see if everyone was okay, and then looked at the back of my car, and the front of his. There was significant damage to the back of my vehicle, but nothing compared to the other car, the front end of which was destroyed.
Police who were covering the other accident, had already called for back-up.
Within minutes, additional police officers, along with fireman came to the aid of myself and others in this second accident.
The other party admitted it was his fault, and both he and I, thank God, were not harmed in the incident. I was more concerned about his Mom, who was sitting in the front seat next to him. She was very emotionally upset, and kept grabbing heart.
We exchanged contact information. His insurance company would be paying for everything...the damage to my car...the rental car I would be attaining the next day, and all damages.
We all walked away physically unscathed, thank Heaven.
I never made it to my writer's event that night.
But Heaven had another plan, and the Angels were with me, and each of us.
I remain grateful to be alive.....and how I was protected each step of the way.
My faith kept me strong, physically, emotionally, and psychologically throughout the entire ordeal.
I was calm and collected throughout it all.
And I simply don't know what people without faith do in such circumstances.
I'm just glad I have faith, and that the Angels responded to that faith with graceful protection for all concerned.