What Death Taught Me When it Lost Twice

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Post written by Peter G. James Sinclair.

My son was married last weekend, and I gained another daughter. Wow!

My family is expanding, and towards the middle of this year I’m not only going to be known as the father of the groom, but with my eldest married daughter pregnant I’m going to be also known as a brand new grandparent. Now that’s pretty cool.

But it was while in attendance at the wedding ceremony that my mother related a story that I think I had heard once before, but had failed to pay any attention to.

Back In The Beginning

In January 1959, in the midst of the Billy Graham Crusade in Sydney Australia, my parents were driving their Hillman Coupe with me, at the tender age of 6 months, lying in a bassinet in the back seat. In those days there were no seat belts and no fancy and protective seating arrangements for babies. Apparently I was crying, as babies do, and my mother reached over from where she sat in the front seat to comfort me, and secured me in her arms.

At that precise moment another vehicle, the driver of which was reportedly drunk, came screaming down the road and collided with the right hand side of the vehicle, tipping our car on its side and flinging my mother and I onto the side of the vehicle. Fortunately for my dad he was holding on to the steering wheel, but as for my mother she was simply holding on to me, so that her body took the full force of the collision. The amazing thing though was that after the collision our car righted itself after being pushed initially onto its side.

That split second decision by my mother to hold me in her arms saved my life.

Following the accident, both my mother, badly bruised from head to toe from the impact, and my father were bundled into an ambulance. I however was placed into the hands of an anonymous lady, who was on her way to the Billy Graham Crusade and whom my parents had never met before, and following the ambulance she took me in a separate vehicle to the hospital where I was finally reunited with my parents.

A Funny Thing Happened To Me On The Way to The Office

Then there was Christmas Eve 2010 when my car hit an oil spill, and careered across the road and straight into a solid rock face.

You can read about how I saw my life flash before my eyes. And it was really exciting…

Both times – and there have been more, but these are the two that come to mind, I should have been dead.  I escaped relatively unscathed.

So what have these two experiences taught me?

  1. Be thankful for every moment that I’m breathing on planet earth.
  2. It’s pretty obvious that someone bigger than me is directing this show.
  3. I’ve been born for a higher purpose.
  4. Count my blessings 1,2, 3, 4…
  5. Never take life for granted.
  6. Use every opportunity I can to live a life filled with purpose.
  7. If life has been given to me, and death has been delayed for another day, I need to bring life to others through my gifts.
  8. Destiny is a funny thing.
  9. Cars are not safe – or maybe some are.
  10. Life is precious.

If you’ve had some life/death experiences, may I encourage you to make your list of 10 things that death teaches you when it loses. It will fill you with gratitude.

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