Powering down the track I couldn’t help but feel the speed pulsing through my veins. I was in the newest hot rod, fresh off the showroom floor. Faster than this I had never gone. I had been driving cars my entire life and never had felt such a rush. The high speed was almost intoxicating. It wasn’t until I came humming around a corner too fast and overcorrected to find myself rolling this machine of power that I began to rethink my life. It was a close call and I knew that from this moment on my life would change.
It wasn’t until three weeks later that I regained consciousness. When I did, I was in a hospital bed propped up somewhat and with tubes going in and out of me like I was a lab experiment or something. Those thoughts I had about my life changing must have happened just before the crash, but now that I was awake I began to recall them. Just then my wife walked into the room and saw me awake. A smile crept across her face and a quiet tear fell from her eye. She walked to me and rubbed her hand gently across my head, slowly nodding.
I knew what that meant. It was her way of lovingly telling me “I told you to be careful.” And she indeed had. She had stopped telling me every day, but for some reason the morning I was so eager to head to the showroom I left the house with a kiss and the all too often ignored, “be careful.”
I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt, even though I was still in another world from the pain killers I was obviously on, to see my sweet wife. He smile put all my fears to rest and let me know that life would go on. It would be different for a while as I was healing, but it would go on. We would continue to build our family and its traditions. We would yet walk again in the park and bake cookies together for neighbors to surprise them.
After several moments of silence and the volumes that was communicated during that time I confided in her that I never wanted to leave her. It was almost as painful as I’m sure my body would be when I could feel it again. I shared with her how selfish I had been and not just in that test drive, but our whole marriage. After 14 years I finally realized that even though I enjoyed her company immensely and we were wonderfully happy. I knew in that moment that I had taken for granted that she would always be there.
It was then that I knew I wanted to start thinking ahead. We talked about our financial situation. Would she be able to manage if I were to die? What about food, would they have enough to survive while alternate means were found if they were to lose my income? This all lead my thoughts towards preparing for a rainy day, putting aside some savings, food storage and getting some affordable life insurance. If I were to leave my family, I want to be sure that they are looked after.