Fifteen years ago today, a professor who locked the classroom door at 8 a.m. and my propensity for running late (then) made for an almost deadly combination.
Fifteen years ago today at 8:06 a.m., a car accident left me battered, bruised, bloodied, with a concussion and a broken neck.
It would be a long time before I would drive again, and an even longer time before I had the courage to make a left turn in my car.
Fifteen years ago this summer I trekked back to school, SOMI neck brace and all, to complete the incompletes on my grade card. I couldn't take notes, so I brought a recording device to capture class information. I never gave up. Never.
Some anniversaries are worth remembering, especially those in which God grants you a second chance.
How about you? Ever had a second chance at life?