To each his own. To me my own.

Truck = 0 Deer = 0 Keith = 100

Two days ago on Christmas night, I had a disturbing dream. I was driving Keith’s truck with my mother in the passenger seat. It was very dark. As dreams often have their way, time passed and it became more and more difficult to see. Finally, I became all but blinded and was forced to pull over. We pulled off the road and sat in the dark, not knowing what to do or where to go next.

The dream ended as quickly as it began. I told both Keith and my mother about it and described how vivid it was. It’s a horrible feeling to realize (even in a dream) that you no longer have control of a moving vehicle.

That next morning on my way to work, I discovered the heat in my car had decided to fly south for the winter. Last night Keith asked me to drive his truck in today so he could look into the reason why. Although I’ve driven his truck many times, I told him this time I’d rather just drive my car in since that dream was still so fresh in my head. He said he understood, and if I’d like, he would drive me in and pick me up since he really wanted to fix my heat. So that’s what we did.

When my cell phone rang here at work, I knew that he hadn’t had enough time to make it home yet. I noticed the voice on the other end didn’t coincide with that of my deep-voiced husband with a mild manner and gentle demeanor. I immediately knew something was wrong when

‘Oh my God baby, I just hit a deer!! My truck is f****d!! Destroyed the whole front end – oh my God!!’ Insert a few more expletives in there, just use your imagination.

TruckvsDeer

Both lights busted, chrome grill GONE, bumper and fenders all hanging, the radiator was even busted so he had to get it towed.

Though shook up, Keith says he’s okay. Far as the truck goes, he’s right – it’s f****d. So is the deer. But the truck can be fixed. That’s the thing about material things, they can be replaced – my sweet man cannot. Later on this morning, I told him I was so sorry it happened to him with his new truck. His response: ‘I’m just glad it happened to me and not to you.’ If at this moment I had to paint a mental picture of what love looks like, his response is what I would envision.

The past few months, there have been a few local fatalities involving deer colliding with vehicles. These things can kill you, I know this.

I’m so very thankful that my husband is okay.

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8 responses

  1. Wow! I’m glad for you both. It could have been much worse. Blessings to you both…

    December 27, 2013 at 12:16 pm

    • Thank you, Carol Ann. You’re so right, could’ve been much worse. Blessings to you too, my friend…

      December 27, 2013 at 1:26 pm

  2. ~Mom

    Things can happen in an instant. Just glad he is ok.

    December 27, 2013 at 12:58 pm

    • Thanks, Mom. They most certainly can…

      December 27, 2013 at 1:27 pm

  3. So very thankful my friend that your hubby had his angel with him that day. The poor guy – I can only imagine what he went through. There’s a place near here that have a lot of deer that run through the streets. When I’m in the car, mommy won’t drive through that area just in case. Hogs and snout kisses – XOXO – Bacon

    December 27, 2013 at 6:51 pm

    • Thank you Bacon! Yes it’s such a blessing that he escaped this unharmed. Could have easily went the other way!

      December 29, 2013 at 12:40 pm

  4. I’m so glad he’s okay. I hit a doe a few years ago in my Civic. She hit the front quarter panel, bounced off the windshield and flew off the back. I was digging glass out of my arm (thank God she didn’t shatter it, only a few thousand shards flew into my car) … the cop said if it would have been a buck, I would have been dead. I hate deer.

    The big man upstairs was looking out for your husband, because that truck is certainly effed up.

    December 27, 2013 at 7:44 pm

    • Wow, a civic. You’re lucky to be alive, Crystal. These types of accidents can definitely kill! I’m glad you came through that but it doesn’t sound like it was an easy task. Thing is, at the very least it’s always traumatic. The deer (another doe) he got yesterday was still in the ditch and she was bigger than I’d imagined. Blessings to you and hope you have a Happy New Year!

      December 29, 2013 at 12:47 pm

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