3 A.M. Prayer Request

A few hours ago, I was driving down Hwy 9 on my way home from a friend's house in B.C. As I rounded a curve, somewhere between B.C. and B.L., all of a sudden, there was a car in my lane, headed towards me, although at somewhat of an angle rather than directly head-on (thank God!). Since the other car was in both lanes, there was really nothing I could do to avoid a collision, unless I wanted to drive off the cliff on the other side of the road. Upon impact, my airbags deployed and the car filled with smoke or some kind of noxious fumes, which caused me to cough for the next hour or so (my throat still hurts). Both of my knees had been bruised pretty badly upon impact, but I wasn't aware of that yet. I sat in the car for a few moments, dazed and, I think, somewhat amazed that I seemed to be mostly OK. I looked over to the other car and saw both the driver and passenger moving to get out. "Thank God, they're OK too." I thought. As I got out of my car, the driver of the other car asked me if I was OK and kept saying, "I'm so sorry." He had taken the hairpin curve too fast and had lost control on the slick, recently rained-on road. We surveyed the situation. Both cars were pretty badly damaged. Neither one of them was going to be driven home tonight. Also, we were in a pretty vulnerable place--between two curves on a wet windy road, late at night. I dove into my trunk to retrieve my AAA safety kit and the flares within. I handed them over to the boys, hoping that their hands were shaking less than mine. Then I grabbed my cell phone to call AAA while the boys called 911. A sherriff's officer turned up fairly soon, and he laid out more flares. The rest of the ordeal seemed to go on forever. I don't know how long we waited, but eventually two CHP officers showed up, and finally, the tow truck.

I'm realizing I'm too tired to finish this. It's now 3:50 am and I really ought to get some sleep. Rest assured, I'm basically OK, but my car definitely isn't. I'm afraid she's probably going to be on her way to car heaven. This makes me exceedingly sad, as I have a very good relationship with this car, plus I recently spent money on new tires, a new windshield, a new side window (replacing the one that was smashed in by an unknown vandal), a smog check and registration. It just seems to add insult to injury. Anyway, if you are so inclined, please pray for me. I'm definitely not looking forward to how I'm going to feel in the morning, and I'm really not looking forward to the whole car shopping extravaganza either. Times like this, I wish I still had a dad. He seemed to love car shopping. I hate it.