Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Miracles

A light knock on the door woke me up this morning. courtneys small terror struck voice whispered "Daddys in the hospital"...


It's a surreal feeling as you walk into the ER of the hospital. You pass all those people waiting and wonder what it is that you will be seeing in a very short amount of time... Your heart stops beating for a minute as you walk through the doors and you see the room number that you are suppossed to walk through. Room number 40. He laid in the bed in his hospital clothes talking to the officer, his head lifted just enough to see the deep red blood stain on the pillow. two at a time in the room so, i waited outside in the waiting room. you repeat the nurses words "its a miracle he is alive" over and over and over again...


Just another normal day, he left to go to work around 6:30. Im sure he checked his mirrors like he usually does, and probably adjusted the seat like always but today, his missed the seat belt.. Not but five minutes from his office he stopped at a red light for a moment, and a moment it was... for there was only enough time to hear the brakes scream behind him before the impact. The white truck hit the back of his little subaru and launched the car through the interection into a cement island across the intersection... glass few all over the road the car completely totaled... he was inside...


I want to thank those people who stopped their cars and their lives for him. I want to say thank you for all those saints to went and called for help. I want to say thank you to the officers and the paramedics who carefully used the jaws of life to cut him out, and put him in the ambulence. I want to thank my heavenly father for letting him live today. Cause he is my daddy, my one and only daddy and i love him very much.


It was weird to pass the place that it happened and see the car totaled. It was weird to see the road cones and signs alerting everyone to use a different pathway cause there was an accident... I thought to myself, i wonder what people are thinking.. i wonder what peole said, i wonder if they thought of us... even though i knew they didnt know me or my family, but i wondered still the same...


Tuesday June 14th. 8:00 am. My daddy got hit at 50 miles an hour by a drunk driver. He wasnt wearing a seatbelt. Please anyone who reads this, there are two lessons to be learned. One: no matter how good of a driver you are always wear your seatbelt, you never know who you'll run into... or who will run into you.... And two, miracles happen. every day.


1 comment:

  1. I am so glad you shared that. That was so tender, and a wake up call to everyone. I hope everything continues to go well with your dad.

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