On Saturday morning, I had to get up early since I was going to make a quick trip to Colorado to see my grandparents. As I was laying in bed, trying to convince myself that I could get up at 5:30 on a weekend, my phone rang. Thanks to the awesome ringtone, I knew that it was Holly calling me on her way home from work. She had just finished up a 12 hour graveyard shift at the hospital and figured that since I should be up anyways, she’d call to let me know that she was on her way home. We had only been speaking for a few minutes when I heard the sound of tires squealing through the phone followed by “Oh my gosh! I just hit a deer! I just hit a deer!”
The phrase “I just hit a deer” is never one that anybody wants to hear from one of their loved ones. This was no exception. I asked Holly if she was OK. She told me that she was fine and that the car seemed to be unhurt. She also told me that the deer was still running back and forth across the street. Thankfully, Holly was going slow and saw the deer before it darted in front of her giving her enough time to come to a nearly complete stop before making contact with the large doe.
When Holly arrived home, I checked out the car and was amazed to find only a small dent in the hood above the headlight on the driver’s side. (It didn’t even break the light!) I could hardly believe that there was no real indication that Holly had just collided with an animal other than a few pieces of deer hair on the bumper.
All things considered, I think that it is a miracle that neither the deer, Holly, or the car were seriously injured. It just goes to show that miracles do happen and that we are being watched over even when we don’t realize it. When Holly works at night, the kids and I always say a prayer that she will come home to us safely. It’s comforting to know that on that night our prayers were not only heard but answered as well.