Wednesday morning I came, literally, within 5 feet of it being my last day on Earth. That was the distance between my car and the runaway, out of control dump truck that slammed head on into the cab of a fully loaded gasoline tanker. The fuel tanker was heading north on Marine Corps Drive and the dump truck passed within feet of my car when it slammed into that tanker that was only yards ahead of us.
I quickly thought of how close I had come to the end of my life. I came very close to not seeing my wife, kids and grandchild again. I thought of how close Paul had come to not seeing his newborn baby again. It was a nauseating feeling.
Paul brought me to the Adelup complex and I got out of the car. I went to see if the drivers were injured or if they needed help and was impressed by the number of “good Samaritans” that rushed to help with these individuals. Guam is filled with so many good people.
I still can’t believe there were no fatalities. It’s a miracle that an explosion didn’t happen and no one was killed. I only know that God had his hand in protecting our lives.
I am reminded of what Martin Luther King Jr. believed so deeply – and that is EVERYONE, be it black or white; rich or poor; president or janitor – everyone is of equal value and importance to the Divine Creator.
It’s not who one was, or what one’s profession or societal standing was, but rather what they did in whatever position or circumstances they had that mattered most when the final chapter has concluded their time on Earth.
The two drivers of the accident are alive. Paul, the other witnesses, and I are also alive today. I believe it is Divine Intervention.
Today the Good Lord gave me a reminder. He reminded me to live each day as though it might be my last day. Greet each and every moment, each day, each activity and each person as if God was watching – watching your final day on Earth. Live each moment as if it’s your last.