Something rather extraordinary happened early in the morning of 1 May 2013… A gentleman driving through the village, somewhat worse for drink, blinded by the sun rising over the rooftops and reaching for his shades… came off the road at rather an immoderate speed, drove up onto the pavement. Entangling wing mirrors with Ria’s car, parked in front of the house, the two cars slewed around, Ria’s piling into Chris’s lovely new hybrid Auris, parked just behind. His car came to a halt with the back end bare inches away from the wall of our house.
Pedro, our staunch neighbour, was the first to the scene – as Chris and Ria lay sleeping in the attic, behind snugly insulating windows…
Both their cars were written off – thankfully the insurance of the unfortunate, greatly chagrined, gentleman will come into play. Still, I was left wondering, when I heard the story, what on earth was going on? This kind of misfortune didn’t seem random or innocent. This kind of seeming bad luck isn’t part of what we are creating here.
On closer inspection, though, we became aware that if our two cars had not been parked exactly where they were, to slow down the momentum of the out-of-control vehicle, it would have careered right into the jutting corner of our neighbour’s house, almost certainly killing the driver.
And so, ‘saving lives’ becomes another of the roles that we, as this place are called to fulfill in the greater scheme of things. This feels like a strange and humbling (not to mention bloody inconvenient!!) turn of events, that will call for close observation as the future unfolds.