my son had a horrible accident. and God watched over him. one tiny scratch on his arm, like a scratch you may get from a kitty-cat...a jeep totaled. flipped, and nobody hurt. how, i asked myself a million times since i got the phone call. and thank God that i've said a million times since i got the phone call.
i was on my way to a bbq and he was suposed to meet us there. he was on his way home from a weekend away with his girlfriend. one second, eyes off the road and there rest is history.
i've never been as scared as i was when i recieved that phone call. it was from him. him. atleast he was calling me right? him, being him, says...."mom, we have a situation here..." and my mind is saying...........what??? then he tells me the story, although the details mean little the fact of him being ok is what matters. and his girlfriend. flipped the jeep but are ok
