Friday, March 4, 2011

Day 77- and Divine Intervention

Sigh...

I was dreaming sweet Pottery Barn dreams on this day last year, thanks to that dang catalog coming in the mail.  My donation today was made to a place that helps others to dream those sweet design dreams.

http://architectureforhumanity.org/

The tagline pretty much says it all.

"Architecture for Humanity.  Building a more sustainable future using the power of design.  Through a global network of building professionals, Architecture for Humanity brings design, construction and development services to communities in need."

They currently have many projects going simultaneously in the U.S. and around the world.  I'd like to build the world a home/and furnish it with love... :)  Sustainable future for people in need?  Yes, please.



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I just can't fail to mention this divine intervention!  The rest of this definitely can't be written in bad poetry form.  It wouldn't work.  You'll see.

I was driving home the regular route from work tonight.  The day and week were running through my head the way they often do on my Friday afternoon drive.  It was actually almost evening, and I thought about how glad I was to have left school in time to beat home the crazy thunderstorms that were racing our way from another town just west of here.

As I wound through the large neighborhood that makes up the majority of my drive home, I belted out some country tunes and contemplated what we might have for dinner tonight.  Then, out of nowhere, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.  I slammed on my breaks.  A few seconds later, I was moving again, on my way home.  The only difference now was that my whole body was shaking, and I was trying not to cry.

A dog had sprinted across the street right in front of my car.  He was running toward what looked to be his family, a few young boys and a mom.  Luckily, I was only going between 25-30 mph (the speed limit in the neighborhood).  Luckily, I saw him in time.  I also saw his joyful family to my left calling him home, and I saw their faces change as the whole thing unfolded, horrified.  When the dog was safely to his house, the family grabbed him and held him tight.  I drove on.

Man, I was shaken up... that was a close one.  I held it together for the rest of the way home, but my knees almost buckled when I stepped out of the car into my garage.  Whew.  I couldn't stop thinking about when I was young and the sight of my dad carrying our family dog up the driveway.  That dog had not been so lucky.  I couldn't stop thinking about the awful thing that almost was this afternoon and how even though it wouldn't have been my fault, I don't know that I could have ever gotten over that.  I couldn't stop thinking about how if I had left school a second earlier or driven a little faster or paid less attention, I would have had a devastating afternoon... weekend... who knows.

Now I'm not thinking about any of that, not really.  Instead, I am just so incredibly thankful for the divine intervention and the happy ending.  Somewhere a few miles from here, a family is settled in with their big, silly, happy dog tonight, and I am incredibly grateful for that.

Thank you, divine intervention, you made my day.

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