I hopped upon my Vespa today to drive down to a local music school where I was going to interview the lady who runs it, who offered me a place as a piano teacher. It was slightly rainy, and the ground wet. I kept to the speed limits carefully, usually below them, in fact; but as I hummed along, I suddenly hit a slick spot and found myself spinning across the lanes....
By God's grace I didn't hit anyone, or vice versa, and when I disentangled my cloak from the Vespa and picked us both up with the help of the two kind ladies behind me, I discovered I had escaped with two scraped knees, a bruised thumb and a bad shaking. The poor Vespa fared worse, with a badly scratched right side and the handlebar bent to the right, so when I remounted I had to hold the handlebar sideways to keep the front wheel straight. But I made it to the music school, albeit somewhat late, as it's not very well marked and I passed the building three times before finding it with the help of a kind lady (who happens to send her children there, though I didn't find that out till later.)
The directress was very kind about my lateness and my student's mother insisted on my resting and not teaching that day, so I played a piece for little Dylan (who, though hopping up and down with excitement, professed himself willing to wait a long time -- "I can wait three months!"-- for his lesson,) and then gathered my things and climbed into the car of a Webster alum who teaches guitar there and was kind enough to drive me back to the University. The Vespa was parked inside the real-estate office downstairs, whose kind secretary let me keep it there until I can go get it tomorrow.
The long and the short of this is that I owe St. Raphael and my guardian angel a big BIG BIIIIG BIIIIIIIIIIG thank you for keeping me from worse harm and letting everything come out pretty well. I have little doubt I owe it to the prayer taught me by a dear friend, which I pass on to all of you.
Sanctus Ioseph cum Maria,
Sanctus Raphael cum Tobia,
Sanctus Michael cum caeleste herarchia,
Sint nobiscum in via.
Which I translated, with some little freedom, as:
Holy Joseph and his Bride,
Raphael at Tobias' side,
St. Michael and armies heavenly,
On my journey be with me.
Say it. It works. Believe me.
21 comments
phew.
i told you you were gonna crash...but im glad your ok
Thanks for the prayers, Robert, they're always appreciated. Stick -- phew is the word, indeed.
Bubble -- you try driving it.
no thanks
MY crash was better than YOURS! :D Couldn't resist. Seriously, I'm glad for you that you didn't break your ankles or anything! I always say a prayer to my Angel when I get into the car.
Honey, believe me, I'm as glad as you are. Thank God you too are back on your feet! Love you!
how long was it before you could walk,THATgirl?
The accident was in early July, Bubble, so you do the math. About three months.
i HATE math
too bad... so do I, but even I can count to three. THATgirl's crash was in July; from there to August, September, and October, makes three months.
DUH...
learn to count...
what did they teach you in kindergarten?
(I kid, I kid... but I can make fun of you because you are my little sista...)
:)
jerk
Darn, I thought we would finally be rid of Ines... sigh....... oh well.........
don't worry I am kidding nezzi, we all love you, and I am glad your not hurt, or died.
hope you can get your vespa fixed ok.
its in the repair shop right now
I don't suppose now would be a good time to mention how we purposely crashed our Vespa for fun? Geez Ines, please be careful! I'm glad you're alright though. When did this happen exactly?
Monday, the twenty-sixth of October, two thousand and nine, at about eight minutes past four o'clock.
That exact enough for you? :)
And no worries... I will be extra careful!
Well, that must have been exhilarating. Good thing it didn't turn out worse.
amen brother...:P
Exhilarating isn't quite the word. I had just about enough time to think "I'm going to get killed" and then I was down and up again. But it's certainly an adventure to tell, and I was quite touched by the concern of my classmates and professors when I told them of the accident. It's so nice having friends to worry about you... although it's not so nice when there's a real reason for them to worry! :)
your lucky you landed on top of tesla...if you hadnt she wouldve crushed your leg
That's why I'm considering the whole affair a miracle. I know I didn't make a conscious decision to jump; it happened. I'm pretty sure my Guardian Angel jerked me off.