I took a peek at Facebook on my lunch break yesterday and saw that my mother-in-law had shared a photo of some sort of explosion in a movie.
Upon further examination, however, I discovered that, no, that was not a Hollywood scene. It was actually my in-laws’ now-crispy Gator engulfed in flames at the end of their long country driveway.
It turns out that my MIL had been out toodling around the neighborhood in the Gator when it inexplicably stopped. When she couldn’t get it to restart, she hopped out and walked home. Shortly thereafter, neighbors called to let her know that the Gator was engulfed in flames. It spontaneously combusted for reasons that are still unknown.
My mother-in-law’s normal habit is to park the Gator next to their car in the garage, which is in the basement of their log home. So if the fire had happened any earlier or later, there is the real chance that my in-laws’ house would now be a pile of smoking rubble.
And if this had happened, there’s the very real chance that my mother-in-law would not have been able to get herself and my father-in-law, who has advanced Parkinson’s disease and is also largely blind, out of the house to safety.
I have so many what ifs running through my mind. What if, what if, what if.
So throughout today, as I went about my work and life, I found myself sending up prayer after prayer to the universe in deep gratitude and thanks that so many of the what ifs did not actually occur.
Tell me: What are you grateful for today?