Life And Death

May 11, 2012

 Lo siento!!! D: I am so very sorry everyone for poofing like that. So many things have been going on and taking my blogging Fridays away from me D: With Athletic things, finals around the corner, SATs {which sucked and turned my brain to mush.}, and Junior Leadership, and all in between; my time has slipped away from me. D:

     I shall use this post to write  something you lovely people's eyeballs can read.                                        

A life can be taken at any given moment of any day. The life could be as early as pre-natal or as old as over 100 years of age and all that lies in-between. A life can be taken quick and painless or drawn-out and strenuous. 

On a personal account, I value life highly, more so now than ever. I've had many near-death accidents in my short lifetime of 16 and a half years.

When I was born, my heart rate dropped to near nothing. The doctors and my parents nearly lost me that day. The first of many times I 'cheated death' or God has laid His hands of protection over me {whichever you believe}. 

A short time later, when I was around 2 or 3 years of age, I fell ill. I was taken to the doctor who accidentally prescribed me medicine that was too much for my toddler body. It was medicine used for adults. My parents, thankfully, realized it and took me to a different doctor who confirmed that the wrong medicine was given. A couple doses of that and we would have been in trouble with an overdose. By again, something allowed me to 'cheat' it again.

When I was around nine years young, my mom and I were on the interstate heading towards the city and were nearly crushed by an 18 wheeled Mac truck. The truck believed he could get over into our lane, when in fact, there was no where near enough room. And that wasn't the last time we nearly got hit by a Mac truck. I've had that scare many, many times due to the same reason that they think that have enough room when there's no way in heck they'll squeeze in. x-x''

When I was about 13 years of age, the vehicle I was in was nearly crushed by a train. The train did not have it's whistle of warning blowing nor did the candy-cane striped blockers come down to block the tracks. {It also was no where near the time it was supposed to be coming, but that information is irrelevant.} If it wasn't for a kind civilian to get out of his car and motion like a crazy person at us, we would have been struck by that train and my life would have ended. By the time we got off the tracks, not even ten seconds later, the train went by. The blockers still never came down. Coincidence? I don't think so...again something saved me and I 'cheated' again.

Now I was issued another 'wake-up call' about two weeks ago. A double dose. Now, at 16 and a half, I nearly got into two car accidents, back to back, a day apart. Two Fridays ago, we were going to get a pizza for dinner that night when someone stops their car in the middle of the road. Waiting a good minute or so with nothing happening, we decided to go around the car. As we do this, they decided they were going to cut us off and turn into us. The driver of the vehicle I was in was forced to turn into a parking lot to avoid hitting the other car. Which caused us to attempt to avoid two nice, big, tough brick columns. If my window had been down, I could have easily touched the column on my side, without even reaching. We came so close to hitting it and the horrible thing was, it was MY side that would have been damaged and crushed, not the driver's side. Mine. Full impact. If we wouldn't have swerved to miss the car, it would have hit the passenger's side. My side, struck by a car. So close. Again.

As if that wasn't still fresh in  my mind, the next day, Saturday, wasn't much better. My mom and I were on the way to my grandmother's house when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, around a curve over a bridge overlooking a crick, a large tractor (which took up both lanes of traffic) comes about. Blind-spot + bridge + giant tractor + car = not looking good. Again, I could've touched the bridge (which I still have no idea how the car didn't get scraped by it) as we squeezed by. I'm still not sure at all how we even managed to squeeze by without a scratch by the tractor nor the bridge. It amazes me but still terrifies me. 

I find these two re-occurrences to be more than a ''mere coincidence''. I believe it was a sign. A sign that made me reconsider my faith and in turn strengthened my faith in God. I struggle a LOT in my walk and I slip a LOT too, but it's something I need to work on and am working on. 

Reflecting on my past experiences, I realize just how easily, and early, I could have been kicked off of this earth. I also know that I am terrified of 18 wheeled trucks and trains...but that's beside the point. 

Life is much too short to not know where you stand. That goes for any religion. Whatever you believe, you believe something, even those who believe in nothing.  Even atheists believe something, the believe in nothing they cannot see and prove. Hindus believe in reincarnation. Christians believe in God, who they cannot physically see person-wise but can see through all aspects of nature and all around. Buddhists believe in nirvana. Everyone in any religion believes in something. Whether it is right or wrong, I cannot say and I don't judge. But everyone believes in something and has faith in something and stand for something.

We all know the saying "You either stand for something or fall for anything." That saying is true. Easily influenced people can be easily swayed in their views by family, friends, and others. Whatever you believe in, stand strong. Don't be rude, but stand strong. Hear others out, but if you have faith that what you believe in is true, then stand strong.

And that's all I really have to say today. :) Long post is long but I owe you all something to keep y'all reading. xD

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Keep your lights shining~ 

*~KayKay