My brother is hard at work, I think.

A few days ago, I was driving home from the mall with the kids all snug in their booster and car seats. We had a great time passing a couple of hours there... just the little guys and me. But it was getting late and I wanted to get home before rush hour.

Not that I was in a hurry at all, I just didn't want to drive 20 mph when the speed limit was 40. Are you thinking I am going to tell you a road rage story?? Come on. I had my 3 little boys in the van with me. No. Just frustration. And impatience. No rage...not even a bad word (Or finger!).

When we FINALLY got to the stop light to turn onto the highway, this car in front of me who was holding up the show in the first place, got through to make the right turn just before the light changed. In my head I was telling the jurkus off...but really, I just sat there as I watched the traffic wizzing by for a few minutes... pretty frustrated. But for no reason whatsoever... I suddenly stopped being frustrated and thought to myself, "No big deal. What do I know. Maybe there is a reason. Maybe this is stopping us from getting into an accident." Why would I think that? I don't know. I don't know why I suddenly stopped feeling stressed about missing the light and found my patience again.

So, with my new happy frame of mind I made my turn and headed home. As I got to the exit ramp, I noticed it was kind of backed up... more than it should have been for the day and time. When I got to the bottom of the exit ramp and onto the normal street, I saw that there was a dump truck stalled in my lane a head.

I got into the other lane to get past and realized that the dump truck wasn't stalled. It wasn't broken down. It had just (a minute or two before hand) smashed into the rear end of a compact car! Boy did I get the chills, and the little hairs on my beck stood up on end...and I tried so hard not to get tears in my eyes. I looked in my own back seat and saw my 3 little boys, safe and sound. Andy was sitting oblivious in the 3 row seats, that if that were our van that got hit, would have been mangled.

So we drove away. Safe. In one piece. A little freaked out. A lot grateful. And sorry for the person who did get hit- but seemed to be shaken, not hurt. Not to say that this truck would HAVE hit us instead, but the timing was right. And I have to wonder...

I have always said that my brother will be the best guardian angel for my kids, and my niece. I think he just proved me right.