What happens when 2 hookers walk into a 7-11 at 1 in the morning?
It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. But it’s actually the conclusion to one scary night.
Friday night, my little silver Hyndai Elantra was hit by a F-250, pushed into a Suburban, then up onto the curb. I was stunned. I was scared. I am sore. I spent 5 hours in the ER, getting an okay from the doctor. Afterwards, I bought donuts and milk at 7-11 (whilst hookers flirted with the clerk; see hook–pun intended). On the ever-necessary Facebook status, I posted that God was faithful… my accident could have been/ should have been much worse. Many of my loving friends posted the same kind of sentiment… God protected you! You had angels! I couldn’t agree more. I am grateful.
Except for the pit in my stomach, sunk deep by dark and heavy questions:
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