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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Amazing...snow in early November...

Here I was, expecting some gorgeous autumn leaves...

Instead, I got a snowstorm that dumped 8 inches of freezing, wet white stuff on the lawns and streets and caused hundreds of slide-offs, spin-outs, multiple car pile-ups, and so on. Sigh. And I so wanted some red and orange and yellow leaves. The skiers are thrilled. The ski resorts are happy. And I really don't mind snow, but when the first snowfall comes to Utah, everybody forgets how to drive. 

I just spent 36 hours in a local hospital keeping my 20-year-old grandson company after the car he was riding in became the metal meat in a 10-car sandwich. Drivers going the posted speed limit on the freeway when conditions were slushy, snowy and icy...with lots of black ice!

A closed head injury...whiplash...badly sprained ankle...lacerations and near-asphyxiation from carbon monoxide after the car was hit several times from several directions and ended up on its side smashed between several other cars.  He got the sprained ankle from dragging his foot out from under a crushed seat, and using it to kick out the windshield as noxious fumes and exhaust filled the car. His glasses flew somewhere...he lost a shoe...they cut his clothes off when the paramedics arrived to see where all that blood was coming from. He had bitten his tongue, his teeth had come through his lips, and he took half a dozen stitches on his chin to close a deep laceration.

Sigh. He will be missing a week or so of work, since the bleed in his brain may make it hard to think and concentrate, or even walk a straight line for a few days. The most amazing thing is...all three guys in the car survived. After seeing the accident report on the evening news later, I couldn't believe anyone survived. And right then, I knew God was riding with them that afternoon. They were badly battered and utterly terrified.

All three young men were utterly thrilled to be alive. Like my grandson said after he came back from his CT Scan, "Now I know what it feels like to be hit by 9 cars!"

Please, please, please caution your kids about driving slower and avoiding the freeways when the weather is this nasty. There were a couple dozen multiple-car accidents that night, and some were fatal. I feel blessed that this one had no fatalities, and I am more than certain that the guardian angels were out enmass with that one!

So, on Thanksgiving Day, you can bet this author will be giving thanks for not having to attend a funeral.  And for having my family intact.

Take care...

Fran Lee

 

7 comments:

Tina Donahue said...

I'm so glad your grandson and all the others involved are all right, Fran. How awful/scary that must have been for all of them.

KarennaC said...

I'm glad your grandson and the others are okay! I have a 17-year-old on the verge of beginning to learn to drive (in New England...), and I will definitely be teaching her and her younger sister about safe winter-weather driving.

Stormie Kent said...

Bless your family, Fran. I am so glad your grandson is alive and mending and there were no casualties.

jean hart stewart said...

God bless your grandson and all the kids in that car. Wow! Talk about a life-changing experience. He'll never forget this one!

Kathy Otten said...

Glad your grandson is okay. The first snow of the season is always the worst, because there is no salt base in the road and people forget how to drive in snow. That sloppy slushy stuff is always the worst. I prefer dry powder.

Fiona McGier said...

Our second son went to college in Michigan, where the whole state is too broke to plow snow or salt the roads. He insisted on driving back to Detroit on a day they predicted snow rather than waiting. He hit a patch of black ice doing 60, spun completely around, off the road, then hit a highway sign that collapsed on his car, smashing in the back window. I asked him if he saw his life pass before his eyes. He said he curled into a fetal ball and hoped for the best. That was his first car and he'd had it less than a year. It was totaled. It was his first year of college. He called us, but was 5 hours from home, only an hour from Detroit, One of husband's cousins who has 4 sons of her own drove 2 1/2 hours to get to him in a snowstorm, then brought him to her house. She said she saw his childhood peeling off of him while she helped him get his things out of the car. I've told her that there will never be any favor she could ask me that will be too big.

My Mom used to say, "Little kids, little problems. Big kids, big problems." Now I know what she meant!

Glad things worked out to keep your holiday a happy one filled with thankfulness.

Fran Lee said...

Thanks, ladies! It took me the last few days to get the adrenalin out of my system...barely feeling human again. I stayed in the hospital with him for over a day and a half with no sleep. Now I am making up for the lost sleep. :)