So, the other day at work I saw another miracle. I actually see them often, I just don't always have the time to tally them up and blog about them~but this one had to be told. At 5:30 a.m. a 23 year old was driving from Chilliwack to Langley for work (we should trade: it would save us each 80 minutes of driving every day). He was driving a beautiful yellow Echo, new or nearly new. He thought he saw something moving in the dark over the median in the middle of the freeway, panicked, and jerked his Echo into the slow lane. In his blind spot there was another vehicle, which blared its horn at him, and he jerked his Echo back in the direction he came from, lost control, and rolled his Echo four times, landing upside down in the fast lane. Five or six people got out their cell phones and called 9-1-1, and our pagers dragged us out of bed and flying down the road for 'a rollover'~which in our business generally means helicopters and the jaws of life and blood everywhere and crunched bones. Meanwhile, the driver of the pretty yellow car unbuckled his seat belt, fell onto the ceiling, climbed out his shattered driver's side window, and lit a cigarette. Every window in his car was busted, every exterior surface scratched and dented, and there was glass and debris littered for 100 meters of highway leading up to his car, and there were no bruises, no scratches, no bleeders, and no busted bones.
Every day, I see miracles.