Today, my sisters and I went to Wal-Mart, a fifteen minute drive from the house. Everything was fine. No traffic snarls, only a few red lights, that sort of thing. We went about our buisiness and started the journey home.
On our way home, just a mile from our exit, there was an accident on the other side of the interstate. A trailer full of something-or-other in the median, a truck spun around backwards, some cars. I found out later that someone had died in it. Traffic, by 6 o'clock, was backed up five miles.
A half hour before, I had just passed through that area. If we had been a half hour later, we could have been involved in that accident, or just stuck in the traffic with nowhere to go.
When you stop to think about the possibilities, sometimes it just makes you thankful that you're alive and safe. Makes you grateful for your own home, when you think about the people who've lost their homes to fires, tornados, hurricanes, and other disasters.