while driving home from the theatre. I awoke entering a steep ditch at a pretty good clip...I grabbed the wheel, rode it out while pulling the wheel back to the left, and made it out of that ditch.
I crossed the road on two wheels, leaning to the right hoping to get the van to drop back down onto all four wheels, then careened into the left side ditch in spite of slowing and trying to steer clear of it. Went into that ditch way to deep, but was on all four wheels again-thankfully-gunned it like crazy to keep going and hauled it out there. Was back on two wheels again coming out of the ditch, thought for sure I was going to roll it, but landed hard on all four on the pavement.
And I never stopped.
I hit the gas and kept going.
The hood of my car is scraped up, the back light is broken, the hubcaps (or whatever those things are) are scraped and dented, there is: sod, mud, grass, leaves, and straw sticking out from under the car. I pulled out all kinds of stuff from the radiator. The tires all look flat to me. There are odd skid marks on the road where it happened. They don't make sense to me at all...
It was a wild ride.
There was a car at the stop sign, one was coming toward me, and one was about an eighth mile behind me when all this happened. I wonder what they were thinking, watching all this unfold before them. Probably that I was drunk. Which was not the case at all. I was simply exhausted and in dire need of sleep.
The whole thing scared me. I never thought I'd fall asleep at the wheel of the car. I am an insomniac and sleep isn't something I do well. (Unless I'm driving apparently.) I am going to make every effort I can to get to bed at a regular hour and try to at least lie down for 7 hours a night. Maybe I'll sleep, maybe I won't. But at least my body will be resting and my mind will have to take a break-at least from all the stuff I usually do during the night.
It is so abundantly obvious to me that the Lord has a plan for me and I have not completed it yet. I could very easily have killed somebody, or even myself, yet the Lord stepped in and prevented tragedy from occurring.
Thank you, Lord!
I crossed the road on two wheels, leaning to the right hoping to get the van to drop back down onto all four wheels, then careened into the left side ditch in spite of slowing and trying to steer clear of it. Went into that ditch way to deep, but was on all four wheels again-thankfully-gunned it like crazy to keep going and hauled it out there. Was back on two wheels again coming out of the ditch, thought for sure I was going to roll it, but landed hard on all four on the pavement.
And I never stopped.
I hit the gas and kept going.
The hood of my car is scraped up, the back light is broken, the hubcaps (or whatever those things are) are scraped and dented, there is: sod, mud, grass, leaves, and straw sticking out from under the car. I pulled out all kinds of stuff from the radiator. The tires all look flat to me. There are odd skid marks on the road where it happened. They don't make sense to me at all...
It was a wild ride.
There was a car at the stop sign, one was coming toward me, and one was about an eighth mile behind me when all this happened. I wonder what they were thinking, watching all this unfold before them. Probably that I was drunk. Which was not the case at all. I was simply exhausted and in dire need of sleep.
The whole thing scared me. I never thought I'd fall asleep at the wheel of the car. I am an insomniac and sleep isn't something I do well. (Unless I'm driving apparently.) I am going to make every effort I can to get to bed at a regular hour and try to at least lie down for 7 hours a night. Maybe I'll sleep, maybe I won't. But at least my body will be resting and my mind will have to take a break-at least from all the stuff I usually do during the night.
It is so abundantly obvious to me that the Lord has a plan for me and I have not completed it yet. I could very easily have killed somebody, or even myself, yet the Lord stepped in and prevented tragedy from occurring.
Thank you, Lord!