Destiny

The Ironic thing about the night I stopped off to check up on a vehicle that crashed into a light pole was I had just finished watching a movie with destiny as one of the major themes. It isn’t too surprising that from time to time to find me wondering about destiny and also going out of my way to help people. What is crazy is you never see these events coming, you don’t know when they will happen and when they do you always get to choose how you respond. So did I choose to help her or was I destined to do so because I’m a compassionate person & don’t mind going out of my way to help people.

It is funny how many thoughts race through your mind when you pass by a crashed vehicle at night. Are there people in the vehicle? Did it just happen? Has the police been called? Is anyone hurt? The answers to the questions don’t even matter because I know I’m going to pull over to offer assistance. The only real question is where to park my car?

By the time I have walked up on the mini van two trucks have pulled over blocking the lane nearest the mini van. The couples are nice & concerned but not near the mini van so I’m wondering what awaits us in the van? Bloody gore, a belligerent drunk, people that are okay but in shock? It doesn’t take more than a minute of talking to the driver to realize she extremely drunk with three kids in the car. Thank god no one was seriously hurt and she wasn’t trying to leave the vehicle. But it was sad that she refused an ambulance. (It wasn’t until I was driving home I realized she may have taken the kids, maybe there was a divorce and this would look bad for her case, maybe she had an outstanding warrant.)

I waited there with two couples talking with the 911 operator and talking with the kids. I reassured them it would be okay and looked at one of the kid’s ankle as it was sprained. I remember taking the initiative to call 911, approach the vehicle, and talk with everyone inside. I didn’t wait for permission, I didn’t wait until I felt comfortable, I didn’t wait until someone asked for help (Years ago I may have waited for all those reasons). I remember how helping them felt right on so many levels in ways I can’t explain. It was almost a more holy & uplifting experience then being in a church service. Maybe I was just in the right place at the right time for God to use me. Maybe it’s a part of who I am and I happened to come across people who needed help. Maybe I’ll never and maybe it isn’t important. Maybe it was my destiny.