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Near-death accident. Self-reflection. Priorities. What do they all have in common? Well, at least for me, they helped me with gaining perspective. April 14, 2010, is a day I will never forget. Having made an “it’s about time” exit from winter, spring was amongst us and the grass in my lawn was screaming, “Give me a haircut!” With no gas in my shed to show for, I decided to go to the nearest gas station to get some. A friend and I jumped into my car and headed out. But my grass never ended up getting mowed that day.
What did happen that day was I ended up with seven broken ribs, a punctured lung, a fractured spine and a severed spleen. You see, on the way to getting the gas, a tractor-trailer, going about 70 miles per hour, decided to run a red light and, subsequently, run into my car. My car did not make it but, miraculously, both my friend and I did. It was a near-death accident. We lived. Barely. Actually, we survived by about a half second or less, according to the police officer who came to visit me in the hospital. The tractor-trailer hit the front of my car, spinning us several times into a nearby ravine. Another half second or less, he would have hit me dead-on at my driver’s side door, which would have instantly killed us both.
After my car stopped spinning, by hitting a fence in the ravine, although I had difficulty breathing I remember thinking, “Thank you, God, I’m alive.” I also thought, “I’m in some serious pain. I think I’ll just rest here until the ambulance arrives.”
No such luck. My friend Matt, who was sitting in the passenger seat, informed me that the entire hood of my car was on fire … and that we had better get out.
Quickly. So we did. Even though I was beat up badly, I managed the energy to eject my seat belt, open my door … and run for about 20 feet before passing out.
Within less than a minute (or so I have been told) my entire car was engulfed in flames. I remember being put into the ambulance on a backboard, with my head and feet strapped down. I had no idea what had happened to Matt, but the ambulance driver told me he would be ok.
I was not so sure about myself. I could not breathe. I did not know my left lung was punctured and I literally thought I was choking to death. I could not move my legs because they were strapped down, and I heard one of the paramedics talking about how I might have broken my spine. I was terrified.
Then it happened. As my ambulance started to pull away from the accident scene, we were struck. A car hit our ambulance. One of the paramedics went flying across the back of the ambulance. Another nearly fell on top of me. And me, barely able to catch my own breath, managed to say, “Good grief, in the span of 15 minutes, I’ve been in two car accidents.”
Both paramedics laughed. So did I, a least on the inside. The second accident was not major (just a dent I was later told) and we rushed to the hospital, where I received a one-week, all-inclusive stay.
After being taken care of by the most kind and caring nurses ever, I went home to heal. I was out of work for about four weeks. According to the doctors, I should have been out for three months—and they could not believe how quickly I recovered. I remember the four weeks feeling like an eternity. I was used to being constantly busy. This gave me a lot of time to think, a lot of time to pray, a lot of time to reflect, especially about my life.
Since the accident, I have seriously considered my pre-accident priorities, which I am now sad to admit were a bit materialistic and shallow.
Talk about gaining perspective. My priorities included working my way up at my corporate job, owning lots of nice things and living mostly for me.
Since the accident, prayer and self-reflection have helped me to see that I was wasting time and opportunities. It also has helped me to stop worrying about all my little problems and to start seeing opportunities in giving of myself to others. It is always hard for me to explain, but it is as if God allowed (even willed) the accident so I could finally see my distorted view of what I perceived as normal, so God could create a new normal for me.
I am certainly far from perfect, but since my near-death accident (over several years mind you) I have started to concretely realize certain things, all from God:
◗ Most of the small problems that we deal with in life are not important at all;
◗ Our time on earth is short and we should try our best to live it for God, not ourselves; and
◗ We need to focus on living in the present, let go of the past and stop worrying about the future.
About two years after the accident, I left corporate America. For good, I hope. I now make far less money and I am exponentially happier. I stopped buying new things (except when necessary) and donated a lot of the things I already owned. I became grateful for what I have versus endeavoring for what I do not.
I now take care of my mother, who is confined to my house, which means I also spend most of my free time at my house. I have amazing friends who are incredibly supportive and helpful, to both my mother and me. Without them, caring for her would not be possible. Because of these many hours that I must now stay at home, I have been able to try something I have always wanted to do—writing. I am immensely enjoying it.
Most importantly, I have developed a much stronger relationship with God and it is growing every day. I am trying to love Him more than myself.
At the end of each day, I have a routine to thank God for three things specific to that day.
There is one more thing that I thank God for each day—seven broken ribs, a punctured lung, a fractured spine and a severed spleen.
Alan Scott is a writer and blogger. His work has been published on the Catholic Exchange, One Peter Five, The Stream and Catholic Today. His blog “Grow in Virtue” is about the journey towards a life filled with more virtue, faith, simplicity, generosity and far less complexity. He is listed on Top Catholic Blogs and is writing his first book, which he hopes to publish this year.
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