Last weekend I was on my way to a friends house and as I was coming out of my street I came to an intersection that I go through almost daily. That particular day there was a pretty serious car accident at this intersection. T-boned car with the drivers side smashed in. Not sure where the driver was, but there police and tow trucks still on the scene. As I turned the corner I started to get tears in my eyes almost instantly.

Today on the way home from work, I was driving up Yonge street and just before Finch there it was again, smashed in car, police cars and tow trucks. Again I teared up again. You may ask why. Here it is.

I  wish I could forget the day I had my car accident on February 21, 2009, but I can’t. Maybe it has to do with the fact that it is so close to my birthday that the day just sticks out every year.

I read this quote a few months ago – “When you tell your story and it doesn’t make your cry, you know you have healed.” I can tell my story and not cry, so why am I not healed?

Well, today was a very similar kind of day that it was on that day, warm, sun shining, almost spring like already. I was up in Aurora visiting my friend and her family and we were out and about with the sun shining in our eyes. Somewhere between the sun shining and nightfall a blizzard started. Such a bad blizzard and I had to get home from Aurora.

Most of you already know the story, about ending up upside down in a ditch off the 404. Calling my mom while hanging upside still in my seat belt to tell her that I had been in an accident. Lots more to the story but that is not the point right now.

I think the point is that even with the craziness that was my accident, I survived. Other than some nerve damage in my left arm, only scars are the ones in my brain. The ones that keep remember this day every year.

I look at the t-bone from last week and think to myself, thank G-d I was the only one involved. Thankfully that as I was spinning out of control I didn’t hit another car, or a guardrail or worse. Thankfully I had a guardian angel that night who was there to take care of me.

After five years I thought I would be over it. That was when my car financing was up and when I paid my car off I thought good it is no longer attached to that date. Not so much.

Maybe next year. Maybe.