Slow motion video could have captured the 10 seconds I saw and made it into a feature-length film. My life flashed before me. I thought of everything in those 10 seconds in the history of my world.
I thought about my family, son, daughter, husband, who were sleeping peacefully and what this horrendous noise and my resulting blood-curdling scream, which I was also contemplating, would do to them.
I thought, can I somehow stop this from happening?
I wondered what this would do to the double knee replacement surgery I had done a little over a year ago.
I thought, will this all stop soon?
I thought about the man who happened to be in Rusk with me last year and had to have his leg amputated below his knee after falling from his exercise bike and shattering his newly replaced knee.
I thought, did my glasses break?
I thought about life as I know it and how it might change in the next instant as I saw everything in clear detail.
I thought about my water exercise that I might have to miss after this. I thought about my swimsuit and towel flying through the air.
I thought how bad this was going to hurt.
I thought, where are my keys?
I thought about what life would be like as a quadriplegic.
I thought about that call I forgot to make.
I thought about being blind and not being able to see the world spinning by.
I thought, why did those guys miss that spot along the woodwork when they painted the wall six years ago?
I thought as I hit the floor at bottom of the stairs, am I dead?
And in the seconds before my husband and son appeared (my daughter slept oblivious to the 10 seconds in the history of my world), I wondered if this what people think about in the last moments of their lives?
I was able to get up with my husband’s help. I did go to Urgent Care and get checked out to make sure I hadn’t broken my shoulder because it hurt like the dickens. I even went on to the water walking and stretching I do every morning.
As I left the house, though, I took a call from a friend who as we were talking came upon a “horrible accident” to use her words. It had just happened. They were taking the driver on a backboard from the crunched vehicle which had slammed into the back of a large truck.
We do not know what happened to the driver. But suffice it to say, I’m sure their injuries were much more life-threatening than my short tumble down seven stairs.
It’s amazing all the things that pass through your mind in what could be the final moments of your life. Perhaps if I were looking at the rear of a semi-truck going 70 mph I wouldn’t have time to think of anything but, “Help me, Jesus.”
Reminds me of when I was pregnant with my son. I fell down the stairs at my parents’ house. My mother, soon to be a grandma for the first time, was down the stairs in lightening fast speed praying at the top of her lungs. I’d never heard a more heart-felt prayer. I was amazed at her eloquence.
Today, though, I can’t remember anything even remotely spiritual crossing my mind as I fell down the stairs. It was probably very much the opposite.
And really, I’ll be honest. That’s just sad.
I ran across this scripture in Isaiah and I think for today and maybe for a few days, I will adopt this as my own and recite it often. ‘Cause, Lord knows, from re-reading this post, I need it on more than one front.
“People with their minds set on You, You keep completely whole, steady on their feet, because they keep at it and don’t quit” (Isaiah 26:3, The Message).
What will you do to keep your mind set on God for at least the next 10 seconds in the history of your world?