A big anniversary: Celebrating life after a brush with death
November 12th, 2010
I’ve heard it said, “You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.” Luckily, I found out that “You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s ALMOST gone” is also true.
Five years ago today was the darkest day of my life. On a morning drive on I-65 with my then 2-yr-old daughter Abby, a distracted teenage driver (there’s an entire post on this that I’ll refrain from for now) ran me into the median. My SUV tires hit gravel and immediately went from 70 mph to flipping 4 or 5 times. As the car came to a stop, my world stood still. I was conscious but disoriented, and within moments heard strangers shattering the sunroof to pull us out.
Some time in the Vanderbilt trauma unit, a couple of surgeries and a blood transfusion soon had me well enough to head home and begin the long recovery process.
Five years later, I have a pretty clear perspective in the rearview mirror and here’s what I know:
1. I would not trade the experience for anything. It gave me a new perspective on life, living, and eternal significance.
2. My marriage and family are forever stronger for the struggles that we went through together.
3. There is nothing that can happen to me that my faith and a personal relationship with God will not see me through.
4. I can empathize with people who are struggling, unsure of tomorrow or suffering anxiety in a way that would not be possible if I hadn’t been through a truly dark time.
5. I am honestly grateful for the pain and struggle.
If I had it to do all over again and had a choice, I think I would. Life is too short and without a wake-up call, we seem to drift through without purpose. Today I’m renewing my commitment to live with intention, realizing that few things are lasting and life is short.









