Yesterday I got the second worst phone call a parent could ever receive (the very worst would be when you get the call from someone else)...
"Mom, can you come get me, I've been in an accident". The teenager called me, so calm and collected. He said there were no injuries and everyone was okay. I jumped in my car and got right over to him!!!
When I arrived on the scene... this is what I saw.
I almost couldn't get out of the car, I was in shock, my knees were shaking!
This was horrible! He was standing there and appeared to be safe, but I almost couldn't believe my eyes. Was he really okay?
Then I see a young woman about 18 years old sitting on the curb... I didn't know her, but from working with girls her age in the church, my heart sank! These kids must be scarred to death! They are so lucky!!!
After the officer was done talking to me, and I checked on my teenager, and gave him the biggest hug I had in me! I heard the girl couldn't get her mother on the phone, but had two ladies, maybe aunts or something, come to pick her up. They appeared from a distance to be very mad at her, and weren't giving her any breaks, scolding the entire time... like a coward I waited until they walked away from her, and then I approached her and asked her if she was okay? She said she was fine and thanked me for checking on her.
My heart was breaking for her, I wanted to give her the same big hug I had given my son! But it didn't seem appropriate, and she seemed to feel that I was very concerned about her. I guess that would have to be enough for now, even though it wasn't.
This was a non controlled intersection, and while it appears he was half way through the intersection when he was hit and pushed into this irrigation culvert on the other side of the road. We don't know how they will treat this accident yet.
Some witnesses came over and felt the need to tell me that my son was no speeding and was clearly into the intersection when he was hit from the side by the other car that was obviously not doing the speed limit by allot!!! (that seemed pretty clear to me by the damage, as the speed limit was 20mph... but nice of them to come forward. and it was very comforting to hear my teenager did not appear to be speeding... a mother worries about these things)
The front axle appeared to be broken, the inside of the car was squished and twisted, we couldn't even get the key out or turn it off. And none of the doors would open, he had to climb out of the window that was broken out and laying on the ground.
After the cars were loaded up, we were instructed that we could pick up a copy of the police report in a week at the station. There were no citations given at the scene.
The teenager was complaining about his hand.... so I took him over to the doctor from the accident. His Dad left work and came straight to meet us there.
I was never so happy to see him in my whole life. Something about having him there, every time "what that moment could have been for us" went through my mind, was comforting. I didn't want to keep experiencing those thoughts alone! It was breaking me down pretty fast.
This was huge! My strong silent mysterious man does NOT, I repeat, NOT do doctors... he was barely able to stay with me while I was delivering this child. And I think that was the last time he had stepped into a hospital or doctors office since.
Sure enough it was broken, so they put him in a temporary splint... and signed him up to see an orthopedic doctor the next day. It appears everything will heal and be fine at this point.
We all remember our 1st auto accident, and I am sure the teenager will always remember this one. I just hope I can forget it so I can begin to sleep again someday soon.
We are so grateful, it is obvious this could have ended much worse. We are certain Heavenly Father was watching over these young kids, and so grateful for his grace in our lives!!!
(p.s. the teenager did NOT want me to blog about this... but this is MY journal, and it was too much of an impact on our little family, and brought the blessings in our lives right up to the surface for us to be reminded, not to include it... sorry buddy)
A perfect day to stay inside! It was cool outside and it felt so good!
I loved watching the rain come down and keep coming down... 
watering all the trees and plants and the grass, and clearing all the junk out of the air.
The boys left for the priesthood session in the evening. We have a brand new ice cream shop a block from our Stake Center; so they will try it out and move their traditional ice cream afterwards from DQ to the new place. I hope this little shop has a clue and is ready for all the men that will be coming through there after the priesthood session (after all they did not make up this tradition, it has been handed down... what a great tradition).
This is his xray... all four of the other knuckle joints go up smoothly into the joint... but that last one on the left jags out and that is where it is broken. It's often called a boxers break. (the teenager liked that it had a cool name, it was much easier to explain)
