Over the weekend my good friend’s girlfriend was in a wreck.  Veering off to the right she over-corrected, turning herself completely around and hitting an electrical pole.  It took the rescue workers a while before they could safely remove her from the car.  We waited impatiently behind the ambulance, praying for safety, as the workers delicately managed around down power lines.  Except for a few cuts and scrapes she was unharmed.  (She should’ve died by the look of the car.)  Seeing the rescue workers in action, and our friend trapped in a mangled mess of metal, made me stop and think.  I’ve never been on that side of a wreck before, never been close enough to the person to offer up urgent prayers for their safety.   I’m usually on the other side: frustrated that a flashing cop car is blocking my rout, mad that the traffic jam will make me late, offering no prayer for the people who may be affected by an unexpected tragedy.  It reminded me again, that the world does not revolve around me.   It gave me some perspective…  Have you ever had something happen that changed your perspective? Have you ever been in a wreck, seen a wreck, called the cops for a wreck?

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