Many of you have been concerned about my brother, Jimmy, who was in a serious car accident earlier this week and have been emailing me to see how he’s doing. Thank you SO MUCH for your thoughts and prayers. He is doing GREAT!
His story is amazing. He’s a walking miracle.
Jimmy works for the city of Carterville, Missouri. He was driving some water samples over to Carthage, probably thirty minutes away. He called his wife, Keri, because he was suddenly feeling sick. After a few minutes, he began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. The last words he heard were “Jimmy, pull over!” He passed out cold while he was driving down the highway, veered to the right (probably in an attempt to pull over) and drove off a thirty-foot embankment. His truck wrapped itself around a tree. His engine pushed into the cab from one end, and the tool truck that had been bolted to the back pushed its way in from behind him. He’d had poles in the back that impaled the back window, but missed his head. He woke up pressed against the driver’s side door. He couldn’t get out that way, so on pure adrenaline, he kicked out the passenger side door, climbed out, and tore through the branches. He then climbed UP the thirty feet he’d fallen to get back to the road. Another driver stopped and was there to help him when he reached the top and told him to sit down. Instead, as my brother stood there teetering, he realized, “Wait a minute! My WIFE is still on the phone!” So what did he do? He climbed thirty feet back down the incline and tore his way back into the truck. He found the cell phone on the dashboard.
She was still there! He told her he was fine, even though he wasn’t really sure about that claim. He climbed BACK UP the thirty-foot incline for the second time and waited for the emergency crews. When they arrived, Jimmy pretty well collapsed in sheer relief that someone else could be in charge for the next little while. The paramedics took over, picked him up, strapped him to a backboard, and whisked him to a hospital in Carthage for x-rays.
The diagnosis? The boy scratched his nose.
That’s it. In all fairness, he was pretty sore, he did find a bruise on his thigh later, and he had to wear a heart monitor for a couple days since they are still a little curious as to how he passed out while driving and wanted to rule some things out. Otherwise, the only thing broken was the skin across his nose as you can see in the picture.
We are so inexplicably thankful. We’ve all taken a moment to stop and step back and just breathe deeply with the most profound gratitude. Most of you know that we lost our sister, Tabitha, several years ago, and I cannot imagine my world without my brother in it.
Sean-Martin and I look back over the last few months and are amazed at some of the events that it seems we’ve been hit with: his shoulder injury which invariably required that dreaded rotator-cuff surgery, the DOG’S THWARTED attempt at getting her OWN shoulder surgery (you know, if Daddy gets x-rays, drugs and a procedure done, she thinks she is entitled to the same treatment), Geoffrey’s car accident, another THWARTED car accident on our way to the cabin over Christmas, my dad’s passing, and now my brother’s accident. (I do love the word, THWARTED!) We’re scratching our heads wondering what the heck is going on? But with every incident, we cannot resist being so phenomenally grateful! Sean-Martin’s shoulder is healing very well, and we are so thankful for our very capable doctor and physical therapist. Our insurance has covered most of the expenses. The dog? Well, truthfully that mostly just sucks, but we ARE thankful that she did not have a cartilage flap in her shoulder that would have been very expensive to fix. And, gosh darn it, we already love her. Sean-Martin would have paid the money to have her patched up—no question. But we didn’t have to! Whew! Geoffrey forewent even a scratch on his nose when he had his accident. The other driver was at fault and was INSURED! Our good friend, Dale, fixed the truck through his shop, and we know that his work is excellent and reliable. Thankful! My dad’s passing was very, very sad and unexpected, but I’m so thankful for the years I was able to have him in my life. I can’t imagine not being able to talk to him and get to know him so that I could get to know myself. Again, so thankful. And now we are counting our blessings once more that my brother is alive and well. Seeing the pictures of that truck makes ME want to pass out, but Jimmy is still here with us, and he is safe and well, healthy and whole. THANK GOD!
Friends have commented that it seems we’re getting more than our share of trials lately, but Sean-Martin and I only feel blessed. It’s all a matter of perspective, I suppose. We think, If you don’t have to send your children down to the contaminated river for your daily supply of water in the morning, you’re probably doing pretty well. If no one is dropping bombs on your neighborhood, life is A-OK. If your existence doesn’t depend on the kindness of others, then you have enough to bless somebody else. Perspective.