Sharing Another’s Story: You Just Have To Do Something
Sometimes, without even a thought, we are suddenly put into a moment of life or death action, where we are not even given a chance to second-guess our own capabilities or confidence to handle a situation with the correct knowledge or skillset…we just find ourselves in a rush to act however, whichever, whatever way we can. And…when it’s all done, truthfully, we find: the main response needed from us at the critical moment was just that we act. DO SOMETHING. First, the story of a man, Jonathan Moore, whose courage didn’t end with his life and death decision to act — then, CJ tells her own personal account of finding herself jumping to a stranger’s aid on a snowy mountain road one winter’s night…we hope you will share with us your own story. Thank you again, for stopping by to see ours. xxx Morguie and CJ xxx
YOU JUST HAVE TO DO SOMETHING
Throughout life we are impacted with moments that are rich with meaning and significance. Regardless of the joy or sorrow that these moments create, it is our job to listen and respond. This summer I was given the gift of one of those profound moments.
On a warm August afternoon, my wife and I invited some close friends over for lunch to spend the day swimming in our pool. We were in the water playing with our kids, watching them one-up each other jumping in, and playing all the usual games.
One of the times my daughter climbed out to jump back in, she cried out in pain after stepping on a bee. As soon as I pulled out the stinger left behind in her foot, one by one more bees began to swarm. Thinking that the dead bee was attracting others, I picked it up and went inside to throw it away.
The moment I opened the trash in the kitchen I heard my wife scream outside. It wasn’t an ordinary scream. I look outside right at the moment she was diving into the water. Racing outside I was certain that she was being attacked by the aggressive bees.
I made it to the edge of the water right when she was coming up. My heart sank. In her arms was our little boy, blue and lifeless.
C J’s Own Tale of A Time When She ‘Just Had To Do Something’:
Yes…do SOMETHING. I happened upon a terrible wreck on the icy, snowy Angeles Crest Highway, late one night…making the commute home from Burbank. It was a treacherous condition, but I took it anyway, too late to turn back. Not one other soul did I pass or see in any vehicle after turning onto that stretch from Big T road. The Mill Creek summit winds dangerously on this steeper downgrade, with partial canyon walls and open aired steep slopes intermixed. I hit a narrow hairpin bend sheeted with ice but was smart enough to drive it gently …As I rounded the blind curve, swerving over ice I nearly impacted with my own collision… there was a minivan laying on its passenger side, dark and steaming from freshly colliding with the rock walls and flipping to block the 2 lanes inside the blind curve. It narrowly avoided flying over the open cliff-side…but so hard to believe it DIDN’T…we are talking inches. A mighty hand, perhaps commanding the g-forces…miracle.
I immediately pulled my Prius over, hazards and lights on…jumped out to act quickly in attempt to free the poor driver trapped inside. No way to access the sliding door…it ( van) was resting on it…I also couldn’t access the crumpled driver door, which was high above me — I somehow managed an awesome burst of strength …enough to get the back lift up against weight and gravity…I got her out …she was injured but able to help herself out of the vehicle as I pulled with free hand at her arm, as I held the heavy liftgate open.
Thank God for the solar-powered 911 roadside box phone…I’d forgotten my cell phone that day…in less than 20 minutes the CA Highway Patrol arrived, and a wrecker, too. They were the only others I encountered the entire snowy stretch that night. While some thought I was crazy to risk that road in such weather, I never feared for my own safety. I’d cursed myself on the way up when the ice was scary and slick, but knew after this ordeal ended I had indeed made the correct choice…I believe the confidence to handle the drive was instilled by something higher, God. God trumps any of the usual intuition or fear. I was there because He wanted me there. He knew I would step up to simply…DO SOMETHING. I am glad I was good for something when it really mattered that I be. Later the road would be closed to traffic due to those icy conditions…who knows how long that person may have been trapped and stranded before the next roadscraper would have been through before she was discovered? Yes, something bigger was at work that late evening, I believe. Things could have turned out so much more differently, less happily. On so many levels. So grateful to be part of a very happy ending.
Thank you, God.