I unlocked the door to my apartment and let myself in. It had been a wonderful spring break visiting my grandparents, aunt, uncle, and cousins in Ohio, but I was exhausted from traveling! My mom, who had picked me up from the airport, was right behind me. (She and my dad live about half an hour away from me).
I rounded the corner, kicked off my shoes, and froze.
Something wasn't right.
A huge shard of glass lay by the floor by one of the chairs in the dining room. As my view expanded, I saw that the entire dining room table was covered in broken glass, and several large pieces of glass were strewn all over the dining room. The light fixture was dangling, one of the hooks hanging useless.
Neither of my roommates were back yet, and no one had broken into the apartment.
Mom helped me clean up the big pieces of glass, and it took about four rounds of vacuuming to get all the little pieces.
As I was cleaning, it hit me.
That glass fixture was HEAVY. And there was a lot of it.
If the fixture had broken any other time than spring break, while one of us was sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast, that person probably wouldn't have survived.
So thankful that no one was home when the fixture broke.
(this took place in early March of this year)
Anyone else have any "I might not be here today..." stories?