I can smile about it now...As I think about that stupid Christmas song
about Grandma...but it wasn't funny in the least Tuesday night.
I
have always had a fear of finding my child in an accident, or something
of that nature. Tuesday night when I was sound asleep my son was being
dumb.
Now, please don't think he is out running around, sneaking
out and doing terrible things. He has this best friend, Logan, who is
practically my kid, and he lives right down the road from us.
They
are always getting together. Sometimes I will wake up and Logan will be
over, or Ethan will go over there and spend the night. That is just
Ethan and Logan.
Before I went to bed Tuesday night Ethan told
me Logan wanted him to go over and skateboard at the church by his
house. He said his stomach was hurting and he didn't know if he wanted
to go. I told him he could just call Logan and say he was going to bed.
But he didn't. And at about 12:30 we got a call from Logan saying Ethan had and accident and had broken his arm.
My husband jumped up and so did I. Logan called again and said he had called 911.
My
husband dressed before I did and made
it down to the end of the road. I
could hear the sirens as I ran outside while Bobby was pulling out of
the driveway. I prayed the whole way down the road.
When I
parked on the side of the highway I could see my husband and about 4
other people standing around a crumpled little form lying on the side
of the road. I realized it was my son and my heart sank. All of my
worst fears as a mother were lying in that heap.
He looked up at me when I got to his side and said, "Mom, you know this is a big deal."
I told him I knew.
Then he said, "Do you think you could pray for me?"
He then began to list everyone he could think of, beginning with our Pastor, that he knew would pray, "Could you call Pastor? Could you call Uncle Tim? Could you call Bro. Wood?" And the list went on...
We got him to
the hospital in the ambulance and upon examination and x-rays he was
found to have a broken ankle, fractured sacrum and his pelvis is broken
in 2 places.
And I am SO thankful!! How blessed are we? Being
hit at about 50mph and that is all that is wrong with him...How good is
our God???
Sheri Boulet
I am a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, an aunt. I am a nurse, a boss, and a best friend.
I am striving for more, and I am called "according to HIS purpose."
I am most blessed...