On my way there, traffic came to a dead stop. Behind me I heard sirens, so I pulled over as far as I could on the busy highway to let the emergency vehicles through. I thought, uh oh. It's been a very long time since I've driven in rush hour traffic on a busy highway. I was quickly reminded just how impatient people are to get to wherever it is they are going.
Everyone seemed to think that this accident ahead was just something that will delay their trip home, to dinner, a date, a meeting, wherever they need to be. So self absorbed that they forget that up ahead, someone's life just changed. Or possibly ended, if the accident was really bad. They don't think about the people invloved in the accident, or those going to help them. And it's more than just them. It's also the families of the ones involved. What about their kids? Spouse? Parents? It effects them, too.
Maybe it was the fact that I was on my way to talk about my son's PTSD, which was a result of our accident. Or maybe it was the fact that I was listening to Casting Crown's. Either way, I actually teared up thinking about how the lives of those ahead were just changed.
In the last 15.5 weeks since that night, our lives have been different. Yes, we are doing fine and are very fortunate that we are still here to tell the tale. But our lives are different. My parents lives are different, as my mom is still staying with us to help me while Ryan is at work. My kids' lives are different. The life of the girl who hit us is different, and so is her family's. For better or worse, we are all changed because of one moment in time.
I've been thinking a lot recently about those emergency workers who helped us. The police, the firefighters and paramedics. The good samaritans who stopped to help and call 911. The emergency workers were just doing their job. I don't remember a single name or face (I was slightly distracted by the worst pain I have ever felt). But I do remember how they calmed me down (I was in "fight or flight mode", as one paramedic put it). One paramedic held my hand as the others worked on stablizing my foot (it had no pulse, my heel bone and achilles tendon were completely exposed). I had no clue what they were doing, but the simple act of holding my hand was comforting. Ryan was already in another ambulance on his way to the hospital, so he couldn't be there next to me.
Every time I see any emergency workers in The Colony, I wonder if they worked the accident. On Monday I took myself and the boys to lunch at Chick Fil A. A group of firefighters/paramedics walked in to order as we were leaving. On a whim, I turned around and asked the closest one to me if he worked a motorcycle accident a few months ago. He did. I was finally able to put a face to one of the strangers who helped us, and tell him thank you.
|My boys playing in|
the fire truck!
By the way, that accident that happened last week on my way to the play therapist was minor. A lot of damage to the cars, but everyone appeared to be okay. I breathed a big sigh of relief for them.
What is one moment in your life, big or small, that has changed you?