I was on my way into a local retailer up the street from where I live with the thought of purchasing a few wreaths for the front door of our house. I did not see anything that I liked outside and thought they may have a better selection inside, I headed to the holiday section and spotted nothing that caught my eye.
However, I did spot a vacuum/blower for yard work that I had been wanting to purchase to cleanup the lawn from fall debris that the mower missed. I was excited to get home and give it a try. I checked out and was on my way to my vehicle walking thru the parking lot. and then it happened.....it was NOT in MY plans, but someone had different plans for Ricardo that day at that moment.
We live a fine line between life and death and NO ONE IS PROMISED A TOMORROW!
Well the next thing I know I had been hit by a vehicle and was lying on the pavement, my life flashing before my eyes, why me, why now?
Before I knew it, I was staring up at the lights in the ambulance, and NOT someone else, BUT ME, being rushed to the local hospital.......now what??
I am not a "hospital" guy, I seldom have been ill and am on no meds.....this was a whole different world for me and I was nervous, frightened, and in shock. The hospital staff, nurses, doctors were swarming around me doing things that I was not familiar with and asking all kinds of questions.
All that I could think of was how could this happen to me, fine one minute and the next. here in the emergency room at the mercy of the "system" and complete strangers!
All I wanted to do was to go home and try out my new purchase, yet, it was not meant to be , not at this time in my life.
My wife arrived emotionally distraught but tried to comfort me.....I'm a whimp when it comes to pain, and pain was the order of the day at that moment. Well, what seemed like days I was released as a walking wounded....bruised, banged, with abrasions, and swelling. I went...home thankful that I was still alive and had a caring wife....but STILL wondering why ME, why now?
I thought that I was in "control". I had the world by the butt and it was smooth sailing for Ricardo. Well, I am not in control, AND I am NOT promised a tomorrow, none of us are.
It has been two weeks now and after many tests and doctor visits, I am slowly, OH, so slowly recovering....sitting here with my thoughts and aches and pains, appreciating the strangers that helped me and the loved ones who care....it has put many things in perspective for yours truly and what is TRUELY important in our lives.....for NO ONE IS PROMISED A TOMORROW, AND "WE ARE NOT IN CONTROL."
Happy Holidays to one and all, and give thanks for LIFE, in ALL forms!
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