Wednesday, November 14, 2012

A Terrible Crash

Every one has received a phone call that stops life in its tracks.  Last night, I got that call.  I was busy cleaning up after giving my boys a bath and the phone rang.  I grabbed it absentmindedly and I saw my mom's number.  She said, "Honey..." and I knew immediately that something awful had happened.

"Daddy has been in a terrible car accident," she said.  I know she said more after that but I couldn't begin to tell you what it was.  I just kept hearing, "terrible accident, terrible accident," over and over again in my mind.  I was crying before I could even think. My heart was pounding in my chest and I found myself shouting questions.  "What happened!?  When?!  Where is he?!  Is he OK?!" My mom didn't know much - she had only received a call from him right after it happened.  She told me he was scared but conscious.  She would call when she got to the crash site. 

I was haunted by the thought of my dad scared and alone.  My dad doesn't get scared - he's a dad.  He's strong, he can fix anything, he always has the answers (even if that is one his more annoying traits).  He drives me crazy but he is everything to me.  I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have him.  I couldn't even think about it.

I waited by the phone for news and my husband canceled a meeting and rushed home to be with me.  I realized that my boys had been playing quietly around me as I was crying and relaying details to my sister and concerned friends.  They were listening and, I can only imagine, very scared to see their mommy crying.  I make it a point to be together in front of them so they had never really seen me upset like this.

I sat down with them and said, "I know you are probably worried about Mommy crying.  I want you to know that I am scared because Papa got hurt.  Sometimes when I am scared, I cry first but then, I always pray.  Will you pray with me?"  They curled up in bed with me and we prayed for Papa to be okay and I reassured them that God was listening to us.  Then the phone rang again.

My mom's voice, filled with relief said, "He's fine.  Just a few scrapes.  He's fine."  

The details of the crash were relayed to us.  Traffic was backed up on the highway and he had slowed to 20 MPH.  He had his hazards flashing so that oncoming cars would know he was going slowly but it wasn't effective.  Someone was continuing at 75 MPH toward him.  He tried to move out of the way and the guy hit his bumper causing my Dad and his Chevy Avalanche to flip three times. 

I don't know how he walked away with only a few scrapes after rolling his car three times and sustaining that kind of impact.  I only have faith.  That faith tells me that God was watching over him and shielding him from the impact of the crash.  It wasn't his time and I am so thankful.  I am thankful for the engineers of his truck, thankful for the woman who stopped and helped him into her car, and mostly thankful for more time with a Dad that I love.

I hope that I taught my boys that it is okay to be scared and that God has the answers and deserves our trust.  I know that I have said "thank you" more than once today and that I hugged my dad with more tenderness and love than I have in a long time.

Thank you, God, for saving my Dad.

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