I really don’t know how to do this next part and still have people continue to read, but I’ll give it a shot.
I went into a little grocery store to see if I could use their phone. They let me use it and I called my future husband, Matt’s house to see if he or his wife at the time could come get me as they lived very close to where I crashed. They came and got me and took me home. My insurance covered a rental car while they determined what they were going to do with my wrecked car. I went to the doctor’s office the next day and he touched my back and asked me if it hurt. I told him it hurt a little. He said he was barely touching me and the next day my back would hurt terribly. He put me on some drugs and sent me home.
When Matt’s wife found out I was on drugs, she refused to let me drive. She took my keys away and made Matt drive me to work everyday and pick me up. Matt was not happy about that. He didn’t want to drive someone around. He had his own business and time was money, but he didn’t cross his wife, so he did it.
Then one little request of mine changed both of our worlds drastically. I asked them to go to my wrecked car on their way to my house and grab a few things from it as the insurance company had totaled it.
When Matt and his wife came to my house, Matt threw open the door and rushed in and held me and wouldn’t let go. It got very awkward with his wife right there. He didn’t realize how bad the accident had been and how blessed I was to had just bought a new car a few months before with an airbag. The front end of my car was crunched in dramatically and my windshield was smashed out by the airbags.
Matt completely lost it when he saw the car. He realized he was in love with me. He realized life was so short and he was extremely unhappy with it so far. He didn’t take those thoughts to God though and when he started to make it known how he felt, I didn’t tell him no or direct him back to God either.
Everyone has a story. It’s amazing what happens when we try to deal with things on our own.