Remember to live for Heaven, because death will come like a thief in the night.
I’ve never been so close to death.
The car was silent. My kids were sound asleep, safely strapped into their 5-point carseats. I swung my car around and backed it between the two white lines up to the curb and the grassy divider.
I turned the car off and hopped down from the grey cloth driver’s seat onto the hard black asphalt. I side-stepped around the car and up onto the divider to open the back hatch, quickly removed the stroller, and hustled back around the car to release my kids from their restraints.
I opened the back door and climbed into the car to unbuckle my one-year old.
Suddenly the furious screeching of brakes and the squealing crunch of metal against metal shattered the silence. Continue reading