When I read in the paper yesterday this tragic story, I once again realized how quickly life can change in an instant. The person driving the car is the son of my friend. He is about a month older than my oldest daughter. I met him when he was just a baby and watched him grow up. His mom, my friend, is the children's director at the church I first started attending when we moved to Vacaville. My oldest daughter who is 21 now was 6 weeks old at the time. That's a long time to know a person. His life has been forever changed. The family of the person who died in the accident has been forever changed. I'm sure neither person involved in the accident thought for a moment how Sunday would be THE day their lives would be different.
I've been given this moment in time to make a difference. I pray that I don't waste it.