There are times when we make the right decisions hoping for the best, but it turns out otherwise, and there are times when we make the wrong decisions but unexpectedly things turn right and good. Something happened one night that I will never forget, I had just left a family gathering where things had not gone well. My cousin and I had gotten into an argument, and I left with anger burning in my chest. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual as I drove through the quiet streets.
Halfway home, I reached a junction. To the left was the road I always took, very bright, familiar, and safe. To the right was a narrow, darker road I rarely used, and both roads lead to my destination. Without giving myself time to think, I turned right. But the second I did, I panicked, my heart started racing, and I cursed myself. Why did I do that? It felt like the most foolish decision in the world, especially so late at night.
The road was quiet, almost haunting. Every horror story I had ever heard about dark shortcuts replayed in my head that night. I kept glancing at my rearview mirror, certain I would see headlights tailing me. Regret hit me so hard I almost turned back, but five minutes later, something appeared in my headlights that froze me in place. A car was pulled over at the side of the road, hazard lights barely blinking. A man waved frantically, and against all my instincts, I slowed down. I was scared, after all, stopping at night for strangers wasn’t something I would ever do, but something about his face, the desperation etched across it, made me pull over.
He ran to me, voice shaking, and pointed to his car. His wife was inside, slumped over, crying. She was pregnant and in severe pain, and he had no phone signal, no way to call for help, and had been stranded there for nearly half an hour because his car also ran out of gas. I grabbed my phone and dialed emergency services immediately, and while we were waiting, I sat with his wife in the car instinctively, trying to calm her down. She held my hand and her husband's hand so tightly that it hurt, but I didn’t let go. When the ambulance finally arrived, the paramedics said the timing had been very critical, because any longer and it could have gone terribly wrong for both her and the baby.
After the incident ended with the ambulance gone, I drove home in silence after that, still shaken but overwhelmed by one truth, if I had stayed on my usual safe road, I would have never crossed their path. My so-called “mistake” had been the exact decision that put me where I was needed.
That night changed me. It made me realize that not every wrong turn is truly wrong. Sometimes, the moments we label as errors are the very things that redirect us to purpose. Now, whenever I doubt myself, I remember that road, that car, and that mother who lived because of a choice I thought was foolish.
It was a mistake. But it wasn’t.