A week ago today, I was almost killed. So if you saw me, your lucky I could have been in a coffin.
I had decided to go to the library to work on resumes which i never actually did once i got to the library. I start my car up and it starts shaking which was weird to me. I pull out of the drive way and go into a side street and try to decide whether to go to the library. I choose to go to the library because i figured I just need to have my oil changed. I'm driving to the library and I get to this small bridge, at the same time a tracker trailer is on the other side of this very small bridge. So i drive and the trucker drives at the same time, i guess my thinking that he would let me get over the bridge first was a little naive. Since I had nowhere to go i drove my passenger side into the bridge. Yep, I no longer have a passenger side mirror and my car is all scratched up. If you think the trucker stopped think again, i stopped to get my destroyed mirror. I had messed this mirror up a couple years ago, so i finished the job.
The next day my car didn't shake at all, go figure. Yes, I think the car shaking was a warning from God but I didn't pick up on it. I'm glad I'm not dead. I seem to have a lot of these close calls.
satan is a failure that's why i didn't die during my car accident, sucker! in addition when i realized that the original paragraph that was here had a lot of references to my friend's death which was painful and once i heard a voice tell me to and i quote: "take that fucker" once i realized it. I was mad. If you think you can use that to stop me writing about my life and what God is doing in it to heal me on this blog, wake the fuck up you ignorant piece of shit! I'm not going to stop, you must really hate some of the stuff on this blog, you two-faced swine!
i realized later that my accident was very similar to an accident that killed a friend in high school and this has caused all the memories of that incident to come back.
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i'm going to write about the deliverance some other time and i'm going to write a tribute post to my friend who died in h.s. chow.
I had decided to go to the library to work on resumes which i never actually did once i got to the library. I start my car up and it starts shaking which was weird to me. I pull out of the drive way and go into a side street and try to decide whether to go to the library. I choose to go to the library because i figured I just need to have my oil changed. I'm driving to the library and I get to this small bridge, at the same time a tracker trailer is on the other side of this very small bridge. So i drive and the trucker drives at the same time, i guess my thinking that he would let me get over the bridge first was a little naive. Since I had nowhere to go i drove my passenger side into the bridge. Yep, I no longer have a passenger side mirror and my car is all scratched up. If you think the trucker stopped think again, i stopped to get my destroyed mirror. I had messed this mirror up a couple years ago, so i finished the job.
The next day my car didn't shake at all, go figure. Yes, I think the car shaking was a warning from God but I didn't pick up on it. I'm glad I'm not dead. I seem to have a lot of these close calls.
satan is a failure that's why i didn't die during my car accident, sucker! in addition when i realized that the original paragraph that was here had a lot of references to my friend's death which was painful and once i heard a voice tell me to and i quote: "take that fucker" once i realized it. I was mad. If you think you can use that to stop me writing about my life and what God is doing in it to heal me on this blog, wake the fuck up you ignorant piece of shit! I'm not going to stop, you must really hate some of the stuff on this blog, you two-faced swine!
i realized later that my accident was very similar to an accident that killed a friend in high school and this has caused all the memories of that incident to come back.
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i'm going to write about the deliverance some other time and i'm going to write a tribute post to my friend who died in h.s. chow.


