It started with a frantic call a week ago Friday…Maggie screaming on the phone… I’m trying to calm her down enough to get an understandable word from her… you make out pieces like “accident” “car” and amidst the panicky screams you think it’s the last time you’ll talk to your daughter.
It was just after noon. She was on her way home from college for the night. She was driving alone and I figured she was about 1 – 2 hours away based on when I thought she had left. My brain goes into full blown crisis mode.
I had to calm her down enough to find out if she was OK.
Lot’s of “breath, breath”… and I was able to get out of her that, yes, she was fine… “can the car be drivin?”, she told me no. I called my son and said “we have to drive to get her and we need to leave now”. I still didn’t know the where, but I knew I had to head in her direction. pronto…
We get updates via cell. Cops came, people stopped, she went to the ER to have her neck checked out, and by the I crossed the VA / NC border, she was being released from the hospital. She was fine – and for the life of me I’ll never understand how.
Thank God – and I still do every day.
I also thank God for the NC family that stopped at the scene and stayed at the hospital with her until I got there. There is a 24 hour spa with mounds of chocolate and ice cream waiting in Heaven JUST FOR PEOPLE LIKE THAT.
I’m convinced the Acura saved her from injury. I don’t want to re-live all the details of the accident, but it involved being cut off on the highway, losing control, a lot of spinning and being hit and then more spinning. When we saw the car at the tow place we both broke down.
When I went two days later to get her tags and personal items crowbarred out of the trunk, I broke down again.
Hug your kids about 100 times today. If you buy them a car buy the safest one you can afford. Maybe lock them in their rooms for the next 30 years and never let them out of your sight – maybe unrealistic but tempting when something like this happens.
Oh crap do it anyway…