Last year I hit a deer with my Jeep. First time ever – hopefully last.
It was one of those absolutely awful moments that literally smacked out of nowhere. I was driving along a country road towards home around 10 o’clock on a warm early summer night when, out of nowhere there were… running deer - right THERE! BOOMP! I had exactly NO time to do anything about hitting one of them except… HITTING IT. One moment serenity, the next... in a split second...
Stunned deer in headlights!
Many thoughts have run through my mind following this encounter with the inappropriately running deer. How quickly life happens. How quickly I could’ve died…
had I been driving a small car,
if it were a bigger deer,
if it would’ve been thrown through my window on impact, or…
But I didn’t. I’m still here with things to do. Yuh HUH! *fist bump*
So I put myself in the deer’s place. Running… on a warm summer evening… running,
running,
running
until the moment splits and…
*YIKES!*
Stunned deer in headlights!
Immediately the deer has 3 choices:
> become road kill
> bolt and get out of the way
> jump onto the moving vehicle and hang on for the wild ride.
And I think to myself…
How many times does “life” hit in a moment? How many times are we simply living our days and…
running,
running,
running
until the moment splits and…
*YIKES!*
Choice needed!
> Freeze? Become road kill.
> Bolt – FAST – and get out of the way?
Or……
> Jump and grab. Grab that thing of life and grab it tight. White-knuckle it and HANG ON – eyes wide open – adrenaline rushing – feet flying – for the wild ride.
There are times you know - immediately – in an instant – that the last choice is THE one and…
when you jump,
it may take your breath away for the short term but,
when the car of life slows down just a bit…
when the car of life slows down just a bit…
You’ll probably look back and *sigh* be so glad you took the jump and...
GRABBED for it…
GRABBED for it…
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