Shattered Glass

Hey friends,

I’m not sure why this is heavy on my heart still. If this my way of still getting over the shock, or has a deeper meaning I haven’t yet figured out or maybe just obsessing bc the hormones are out of control at the moment.

The other day while I was driving to go meet my husband I didn’t make it too far, maybe 10 miles down the road, without having him come get the kids and myself. I was caught off guard in a complete state of terror and shock.

As I was just starting to get close to coming into town, going about 60 mph when on a busy two lane highway out of now where a loud BOOM hit my window. My drivers side window, smacked dab in the middle of it. I’m not sure what but I watched in slow motion ,as if it was all fake, for a split second as my entire window cracked into a million tiny pieces and fell on into me. A dull roaring hollow sound of air came rushing in quickly followed.

In that moment it was the worst more scary than anything as out of reaction gripped my wheel tighter, closed my eyes as tight as I could for a split second, and held tight! Letting a long shrieky scream. Tears came rolling immediately. Not really realizing what was happening or bout to happen. I quickly opened and began slowing down to pull over.

The first thing outta Brantley’s mouth was “Mom, are you okay?!” In response I didnt have time and blurted out “No! I have glass all over me!” By this time I was pulled over and ended up in front of a place called Dewane’s body shop ironically.

I sat there and cried like a baby trying to process what was going on for a sec. Then called Brandon to let him know what just happend. I could barely get anything out to be understandable.

All the while many cars had passed and one at some point informed the owner of the body shop. He had been sitting watching me for a bit, but I had been in so much hysteria I never noticed. He eventually walked up with caution, making his way to my drivers side asking what happend and if we were okay. Still, not making much progress talking through the rolling tears. He helped clean up some of the few pieces left hanging on the window. Then helping me out. I was covered in glass…

I finally began to kind of calm down and pull myself together. Mr. Dewane had disappeared to get a box to help me clean up and cold water. I remember Brantley starting to get upset about my window being all busted out (probably due to how I reacted to everything). I quickly reassured him it was going to be okay, we would have it fixed. Being 25 weeks pregnant through all of this my emotions were completely outta control.

Ended up Mr. Dewane taking over cleaning up all the glass outta my seat and hoping in my truck to drive it in a bay where he got after the rest with a shopvack. I was so blessed to have him there to help. I don’t know whether or not he realized, though I kept thanking him over and over, I really needed the help and support not sure how I would have handled without.

I really wish I could have been more stable and brave for my boys (2 & 5yrs)… that obviously didn’t happen though, pregnancy hormones took over as I freaked out about everything. As I calmed down all I could think about was how lucky we where. How it was my window and not one of my kids, how nothing came through the window, how it wasn’t and accident involving a crashed vehicle or two… all the possibilities flooded my mind. I was so thankful we were all okay! Through all the bad God was right there protecting us. Especially my babies. My truck was fine besides the window… I walked away with a few scratches and glass in my arms, legs and feet, but everyone was okay…

We still have no clue what busted my window like that, but we have some suspicion it could have been a lug nut from someone’s Tire or something from one of the many log trucks I was passing. I was able to get my window fix that day and had my car back by the end of the day, we believe if it had been tinted, it wouldn’t have shattered as bad as it did. Though, I said I wanted bulletproof glass after all this…. lol I don’t believe I’ll be getting that.

God is good, he had his hand on us, and had all the right people there to help when we needed. I’m so Thankful that was it, it was so scary and such a crazy freak accident… just because not everything that happens is good there is still good to be scene in it.

There was so much glass in my floor board and even behind my seat by my sons door, that you can’t even see from this picture.

By this point we had got most of the glass in the box and where bout to vacuum the rest.

Almost a week later I’m still trying to pull out a piece of glass outta my foot, but imma say that was a good day still through it all… we walked away fine. Truly blessed and thankful.

Till next time,