My sister Megan was in a car accident yesterday morning that could have been fatal. She was broadsided when another driver ignored a stop sign. Airbags went off; the windshield shattered. The car was hit so hard it was turned around.
A few days ago, I put some postcards in the mail for my parents and sister. Because I knew Valentine’s Day was coming up, I decided to write really bad “Roses are red, violets are blue…” messages. How crazy would it be for my sister to have not been able to read hers, because she was unconscious in a hospital or worse?
That’s why my valentine today is none other than the seatbelt that kept my sister from flying through a windshield. Megan’s bruised and sore, but very very lucky.