Closure

It has been exactly one year since The Wreck. Today was a milestone for me in that I have come to the final turning point away from this experience being a daily mental or physical struggle to it being simply another chapter in the book of my life. Harrowing, yes. Unforgettable, certainly. Life-changing, absolutely. But now I feel my story can move on. The Wreck will always be a part of the plot because it's had much to do to make me who I am; it will not, however, stall the rest of the story. While I have no memory of that fateful Monday one year ago, I believe that today and last August 9th were similar in so many ways. The air was hot, heavy, and humid while a brassy, dull, end-of-the-summer sun shone through a hazy pale blue sky. My clothes became damp just walking from my car to my classroom at Rural Elementary. I spent the day at the school prepping my room for the upcoming school year, and called it quits mid afternoon. I felt a strong sense of de ja vu as I sat behind the steering wheel and let Michael know I was headed home for the day. I sat for a moment, simply thinking about the enormity of what I was about to do and the closure that it was sure to bring. Then I put my car in drive and pulled on the interstate. The whole drive home I clutched the steering wheel, half expecting something to happen that would make the car spin out of control into the trees, but nothing did. It was the most normal of drives. When I guided my car into the driveway I called Michael, and with tears in my eyes I yelled, "I did it!" I am witness to the promise that the Lord is my Deliverer, my Strength, and my Shield. I hold claim to the fact that with God, everything is possible. My life is a miracle. This year is over. This chapter has ended.