Last month, there was one particularly very stressful day. It started off as any Monday would, the husband was off at work, the eldest (who lives an hour away) was also at work, middle child was visiting friends a couple of hours away, and our son who attends university in another province, was happily in class, well maybe not happily. For myself, the day started off with a migraine, so I was spending my time on the chesterfield in and out of sleep.
Then it started. First was the phone call from the eldest, mom, I’ve been in a car accident. She had been stopped at a red light, having finished work for the day, when she was rear-ended. Numerous thoughts raced through my mind. Thankfully, through her tears, she said she wasn’t hurt, just the car. I asked if she needed me to immediately drive to her, but she replied no, her boyfriend was on his way.
Then, the second phone call, about an hour and a half later. Middle child had been on the highway, when she hit a patch of ice causing her to lose control of our van for a few seconds. She first slid into the guard-rail, bouncing off of it, crossing two lanes, down into the ditch, heading for the other side of the separated highway. Luckily her reflexes kicked in, enabling her to regain control of the vehicle, turning the wheels just enough that she was once again headed to the correct side of the highway, driving back up out of the ditch. Somehow, she too was not hurt, as she cried through her tears telling me what had just occurred. The guard-rail was fine, but the passenger side of the van was horribly dented. Amazingly she was able to drive the van home.
There was too much damage to the van for it to be repaired. The most important thing though, was our daughter was alright. Vehicles can be replaced, people cannot not.