My Fashion Epiphany

I usually don’t get steer off the fashion epiphany aspect of this blog, but hey, its my blog after all right? LOL…

The other day I received a phone call that nobody should ever have to recieve. My mother called me to inform me that my godmother that had been hit by a truck on her way to work. I kept saying no no mom….not Auntie. Please tell me its not true..I let out a gasp and remember hearing myself cry out and the tears began to well up in my eyes. The hubs runs in the room and tries to console me. My mom kept calling my name…but I wasn’t hearing it. After about the fifth time my mom called my name, she told me that my god-sister was on her way to the hospital. I didn’t understand…if she’s okay, they would’ve just told her over the phone, right mom? My mom just repeated what she said and told me that as soon as she heard something, she would let me know. I started shaking…and crying. I heard the hubs say, she’ll be okay honey, she will be. But, what if his promise was broken, and she wasn’t okay..then what?  After 10 minutes after that phone call, my god-sister posted on her facebook that she was now at the hospital, but doesn’t know the status of my godmother. That next hour was one of the longest hours of my life. Not only is that my godmother; I am literally, halfway around the world, helpless, and waiting. And, my heart had already started to break for my god-sister. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going through her mind as she made the probably 40 minute car ride from her school to the hospital where the ambulance took my aunt.

I began to pray and called my best friend: a true prayer warrior and she prayed with me for my godmother and for my god-sister. I told her once I hear something I would call her back. For that next hour, I began to think. When was the last time I spoke to my godmother? What did we talk about? Did we laugh? I couldn’t remember. I laid down, because I didn’t know what else to do. After about an hour of waiting, wondering, praying, thinking…the hubs checked my god-sisters facebook status and it said she that my godmother was okay. She said she has a lot of bruises and is of course in pain, but she’s able to move and walk around slowly. My heart fluttered a little bit and I of course said a loud thank you Jesus!

My godmother was extremely lucky. I called her and she picked up the phone….typical of my godmother not to let a little truck hold her back from picking up her own house phone. She told me that she didn’t black out, and she remembers everything, including that she had six seconds left to get across the crosswalk. She told me that the ambulance ride to the hospital seemed like the longest ride ever, but knowing my godmother, she was probably more concerned about her daughter and how she was feeling. The situation could’ve been very different and I can only attribute her being able to walk away from this accident is solely by the grace of GOD!! My godmother’s time here isn’t done and I can’t wait to see what God has in store for her in the future! My godmother is one of the strongest women I know and I look up to her as a woman of God who believes in the power of prayer. There was a reason my mom asked her to be my godmother and I feel so blessed to have her in my life since practically the day I was born.

Have you ever stopped to think what would happen if you got that phone call? The phone call that you never want to get. That phone call that makes you stop and think, did I say all I wanted to say? Did you say what you really meant to say? Did you tell that person you loved them? That you are thinking about them? Stop and think, and if you haven’t, then do so.Life is so very precious and living with regret shouldn’t be an option.

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