Life itself is a risk. Everything we do in life involves a level of risk and we do what we do daily just to get by.
I have heard of people who went into their bathroom to have a bath, but fell down and died.
I have heard of people who slept without any illness but didn't wake up to see the dawn of another day.
I heard the story of a man who was on his own, in front of his house, enjoying the evening breeze when a truck that failed break entered into his compound and crushed him.
My brother was with his friends in front of our neighbors compound fetching water when a car left the road jumped the gutter and hit him. The car was driven by another neighbor's son, who has never even learnt how to drive before. He was excited about his dad's new car and he entered the car to drive but he didn't know how to stop or control the car.
I have heard of a person eating but started coughing. They gave him water but the coughing didn't stop. He couldn't get to the hospital before he died.
I don't think there is anything we do on earth that is not risky. Life is a risk and we go through it daily taking the risk as it comes.
A number of times, I have been close to having an accident and God have been saving me but there is this one that sends chills down my spine anytime I remember. The thing is that I and my husband do not live in the same state. It's either I and the kids visit him on weekends or he comes around depending on our schedule.
So, we went home and spent two weeks during the holiday season. We planned to return to my place together for the weekend. We started the journey but there was a lot of traffic on the road. The journey shouldn't last more than four hours but we already spent seven hours on the road and we were all tired.
The day was already getting dark before the traffic got better. We continued the journey and the road became free. We were on high speed trying to catch up for the lost time but everything happened so fast holding the break all of a sudden, I didn't know how the car stopped behind a parked truck. It was a miracle that We didn't hit the truck with the high speed we were driving
We didn't know that there was a truck parked there and the road was really narrow. I was so scared. Only God knows what would have happened to my whole family in that car.
The whole experience made me realize that it's God's Grace that has been keeping me. No matter how careful we are, it's by His grace that we are alive to see another day. It's not by our power or might but by His Grace.
This is my response to Hive learners community weekly featured contents week 110 edition 2, on the topic: The Risks We Take
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Yours truly,
