Three weeks ago my teenage son was hit by a train.(There is a happy ending)He was out walking around the train tracks with his so called friends.The train came and he didn`t get off the tracks in time.
His "friends" ran away from the scene after the train screeched to a stop.Leaving him for dead.Police ,helicopter & fire crew came.Alot of commotion they kept walking.My kid layed there shaking with his leg & hand shattered.All alone.You never want to think of your own kid,hurt & alone.
Then the phone call from the Fire Chief.Worst phone call I ever got.I almost collapsed on the floor.My heart felt like it imploded.I tried to answer him but my brain could not make the words come out of my quivering jaw.It was like total loss of speech.
I grab my keys & drive to the hospital.The ambulance is not there yet.I am sure that he is dead.Pacing,waiting,calling other hospitals to find him.Time just hangs. Why are they taking so long? Because there is no rush,he must be dead.I look at the parking structure and I think about jumping off head first.I just can`t take this much grief.I have never felt so much pain before in my life.And I need to make it go away.
Finally the ambulance arrives and he`s alive! Broken but alive.We are so thankful.What started out to be the worst night of our lives,turned around to be the best in some ironic way.That night will forever be a defining moment .So many people were touched by this.Other parents were crying with us.Kids were facing mortality.Total strangers were putting his name in for prayers at thier churches.
And the kids who left him there will bear that scar too.A huge notch on thier timeline.And my son,to look at his casted leg and to wonder what if.
Today is his birthday and we are so happy to be celebrating instead of crying.
