
Quite literally.
Not a euphermism… I am lucky to be alive.
Yesterday as I drove home from a friend’s funeral I began to feel weary. My eyes felt heavy and I knew I needed to concentrate more to drive safely. I felt like this for about 20 minutes, but on Old Yanchep Road and just 15 minutes from home, I thought to myself ‘just focus and you will be there in no time.’
Then I woke up in the oncoming lane at 90kmph, driving towards the embankment on the other side of the road. Fortunately there was no oncoming traffic, but my sleepy brain had to immediately engage and figure out what to do next. I feel like some form of ‘auto-pilot’ took over and guided me down the sandy embankment where I drove parallel to the road through soft sand and long grass. I mowed down one plastic road marker before hitting the brakes on some limestone.
It took all of 3 seconds, and I came out ok, but it could have been so much different. Had there been oncoming traffic I could have caused a terrible accident, had there been a steeper embankment or a large tree in the way I may have rolled or crashed the car.
I know. I could have died…
And yet somehow I managed to avoid all potential catastrophe and simply finish up with some limestone dust on my car from the sharp stop.
With adrenalin levels at max, I drove the rest of the way home with no trouble, but the moment has stuck with me. I’m sure I’m not alone when I think of myself as able to ‘ride out’ a bout of tiredness and able to rise above it, but in that moment I realised that whatever capacity I either had (or thought I had) definitely doesn’t exist. If I am tired I need to pull over and have a snooze. And it’s not a 61 year old thing – it’s a human thing. I remember driving home from surfing trips to Lancelin when I was 18 or 19. We would leave home at 5am, surf 2 or 3 times then grab a pie and a donut and head for home. I regularly pushed thru food coma exhaustion to get home, when it would have been wiser to just stop and close my eyes for 30 minutes.
With 2 recent funerals and death already feeling a little too present at the moment in our lives, I shudder to think the impact another loss would have on our family and our close friends.
So this is me saying, ‘from now on I stop and sleep – or change drivers if that is a possibility.’
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Of course it does raise some interesting questions around ‘how life works.’ Was I lucky? Was it ‘not my time?’… Was God protecting me? And if he was then ‘why me and not my son?’ Or why me and not kids in Palestine? And do we even have a ‘pre-determined time’ when we are going to check out? (FWIW I don’t believe so)
It seems a bit ‘un-christian’ to speak of a thing such as ‘luck’. Maybe chance is a better word for our context. Feel better with that?..
I feel like I was very ‘lucky’ to escape an event like that completely untouched. By chance there happened to be no one else on the road, and no solid obstacles to navigate on the embankment.
So, was I lucky?… fortunate?… blessed?… protected?…
Choose your descriptor based on your world view and theology.
It may surprise you that I choose ‘lucky’, but I believe there is a certain amount of randomness in life. I don’t see everything as pre-determined and scripted. We get to make real choices and I made a bad one yesterday.
‘Opportunities are real’ as Greg Boyd says. Yesterday I misjudged my capacity to stay alert and safe – that was my choice. And it could have been quite disastrous, but luckily it wasn’t…
How do you feel about ‘luck’? I tend to associate luck with Chinese Fortune Cookies or other things I can’t take seriously. But I also feel like there is an element of ‘luck’ to our lives… If you are a long term God botherer like me then an ‘element of unpredictability’ probably feels more theologically orthodox, but I wonder if it’s just the same thing in slightly different language….
That said, having been ‘lucky’ once I am not about to risk it again.