In the Silence of the Night, I Remembered the Day a Car Flipped Right in Front of Me…

A quiet night, a deep reflection, and a memory of a priest’s accident that reminded me how small acts of humanity can leave a lasting impact.

A moment of shock and humanity: passersby rush to help a priest after his car flips on a rainy highway.
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I often sit in silence.

Especially at night, when everyone in the house — my son, my husband, even my cats — has gone to bed. That is when the world quiets down enough for me to hear myself think. It is my time to breathe deeply, reflect, pray, or just sit with my thoughts.

Funny how silence brings back memories you thought you had forgotten.

Last night, in one of those quiet moments, a memory came flooding back. It was from many years ago, back when I still lived with my parents, long before mobile phones became a part of our everyday lives.

It was a rainy weekday evening. I remember it clearly because the rain had been falling for hours. The roads were slick and shiny, and visibility was poor. Cars moved slowly, cautiously, as we made our way home from work in one of those good old matatus (shared public vans).

Then it happened.

Right in front of us, a white Peugeot car lost control on the wet road. In a matter of…