Hands

As I sit here and look over all the cuts and glass shards in my hands.  I reflect on the near fatal auto mobile accident which happened on Wednesday, January 20th.  I'm driving down I95 northbound and there seems to be no snow falling to the ground. I am far too presumptuous for the elements. 
I begin to lose control, I try to pump the brakes, nothing.  I try to correct the wheel, still nothing.  I feel the back end of my truck swaying then it happens, I lose control of the truck.  Here I am, sliding down the Interstate sideways, and I see the minivan flying closer and closer. I look at the driver of the van, we make eye contact.  I turn to his wife, she is bracing for impact. BANG!  My passenger door is the point of impact.  This boosts me into an uncontrollable spin.  Soaring towards the steep snow bank, backwards and scared, I hang on to my soul and pray for a safe landing.   
I hit the icy snow bank and it sends me hurling through the air.  I land in the soft powder which had just fallen down from the clouds, the snow punches out all of the windows sending a white blur at me quicker then the blink of an eye.  At this point, I look at my friend who was riding along with me, and frantically ask, "Are you OK?"  He replies with some encouragement, but he still looks terrified.  I unbuckle and fall to the roof of the truck, which is now the floor.  I crawl towards him and I pull my friend out of the truck window.
At this time I don't even realize all the damage I am doing to myself. I am constantly being sliced and diced by all the glass fragments while I quickly get to my friend.  I get my friend to safety and run to check on the passengers in the minivan.  The spectators rush to me, try to tell me I am hurt, I don't care that I am hurt.  I was more concerned for the other people in the accident. 
A middle aged woman rushes to my side and gives me a jacket to keep me from freezing to death.  Moments later, my friend regained his full consciousness, he tells me, "Snyder you look like you just got out of war!"  I still don't feel a thing, but this is when I look at my mid section and extremities.  I am covered in my own blood, but where is it coming from?  I can't feel any pain.  The paramedics arrive on the scene and immediately wrap my head and hands, because they are the faucets from which I am streaming blood from. 
I look at my hands, there are glass shards all through them and this is when I realized how grateful I am that I was able to come out of this high speed accident with just a few bad cuts.  I am thankful for every second that I have, and I will continue to make the best of my time while I am still on this rock.