That Time When Your Heart Hits Your Stomach

My kids aren't young'uns anymore but that doesn't make me any less protective.  I've allowed them to spread their wings and fly but I'm there in a New York minute when one of those wings is broke.

Last night I got a call that most every parent dreads.  My 17 yoa son had been in an accident........with my vehicle.

The Trailblazer was the least of my worries.  I had to get to the scene to see for myself that my boy was okay.  The drive was a little over a million trillion twenty minutes and time dragged on F-O-R-E-V-E-R.  I started breaking out in hives and thought my heart was gonna come out my colon.

Once I made it on scene and knew for sure that my boy was okay, I was able to breathe again.  He had been driving on the interstate with a friend and hit loose gravel when he went to get at an on-ramp.  The vehicle took a dive down a deep ravine.



I may not have been that dramatic on the outside, but definitely felt that dramatic on the inside.

By all intents and purposes, from witness accounts, both boys were very lucky to come out unscathed.  The only repercussion is the strong possibility of poison ivy because Logan came in contact with it.  We'll know for sure in a couple of days.

Logan started bawling when I saw him.  He thought I'd be mad that my vehicle was a'goner.  Mad wasn't even in my vocabulary.  Scared and worried were.  Vehicles can be replaced; lives can't. 

I have no doubt God was watching over the boys.  The scenario could have played out a hundred different ways.  My vehicle is more than likely totaled.  Not to mention that I only had two payments left before it was paid off.  Guess it's a sign that I need to go car shopping, sooner rather than later!