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Friday, February 29, 2008

Thursday. Usually the day before Friday, but sometimes a day you'll never forget





The next time someone calls you hard-headed, take it as a compliment.


February 28, 2008. 4:00 pm. My mother phoned to tell me that she had totalled their van by flipping it into the ditch near St Agathe. She told the tale of hanging upside down in the van, a nice trucker guy stopping to help them out and let them sit in his warm truck, and their police ride back home. She said they were absolutely fine.


I was still on the phone when I saw Arianna's friend Julia come flying up the back step. She flew into the house and said this:


Arianna has been hit by a car.


Really. she really said that. And that really happened. Really. (I'm repeating myself for my own sake, as I'm in a surreal zone)


Julia and I raced through the snow, over the snow mound at the edge of the church parking lot, and towards the cars and people situated on main street. I was trying to run faster than my feet, and I fell flat out on the snow. I was annoyed that it would take time away from me getting to my girl. Arianna was sitting on the street, lucid, with blankets piled on her. She was surrounded by calm, helpful people who encouraged her to stay still, kept asking her questions, and doing what they could to be helpful. 911 had been phoned, and the first responders were there shortly. They put Arianna in a neck brace, and slid her onto a board. She was saying that her back and head hurt, but she was clearly not in agony.


I met the man who had hit her, and I felt as sorry for him as I did my little girl. He was shaken, and apologetic, and I gave him a hug which may have made him feel worse, I'm not sure. That's when I saw his windshield, which was shattered, in a pattern that looked like the impact of a head, with splinter marks stretching out from it. I had to look back at my daughter. How could she be conscious?! How could there be no blood?!


We had a ride in the ambulance to St Pierre hospital. On the way, their radio was busy with incoming calls, most containing the words MVA. The roads were really, really bad. It was clear that mom and dad and Arianna were not the only ones making it to the emergency room.


At the hospital, we had a series of X-rays which all came back absolutely fine. I was anxious for the attendants to roll her over so I could get a look at the bruises on her back.


Her back was as beautiful as the day she was born. Not a scratch, a bruise, NOTHING. After the doc took a look at the pictures and gave her the okay, we were able to take off the neck brace and help her sit up, then stand up, then walk. Seriously. There was my absolutely beautiful daughter, standing tall and pretty and smart and strong as ever. Unbelievable.


We learned that most of the highways in the area had been closed by the RCMP. Good thing we always have uncle Mel. Brian, and mel, and Kathy came up in that wonderful truck of his, with interior heating and four wheels and everything and drove us home through the storm.


My little girl has a really sore lower back. And a tiny scratch on her pinkie. And did I mention that they were eating ketchup chips on their way to the church? In addition to shattering the guy's windshield, she also sprinkled it with ketchup chips. How thoughtful of her.


I'll probably write about this another 49 times. Right now I'm trying to write down the facts because living in a small town with wonderful, genuine, helpful people means that there are probably a lot of people who actually saw the accident. They will be wondering what actually happened, and what the fall-out is. Right now, we've got a sore back to deal with. although the x-rays came back normal, we may have chiropractic in our future.


One more thing. Tell your kids that when they are waiting to cross the street, and someone waves them across.... THAT DOES NOT GUARANTEE THAT IT IS SAFE TO CROSS. And that if you have a hard head.... that's not such a bad thing.

(the picture of the windshield is not the actual windshield. It's a picture that I took off the internet)


21 comments:

Louise said...

Joyce I am so glad to hear that she is okay!!! may her back feel all better soon!

Anonymous said...

WOW! I love hearing miracle stories!! I'm glad your parents and Arianna are ok.
Lisa

Roo said...

JOYCE!!!!! ahhh! i had no idea. i'm the one that should be bringing you guys apple pie. would cinnamon buns suffice?

Anonymous said...

So glad to hear she is okay. I can't imagine what you and Brian went through as you waited for the results.

Heather said...

Wow--I missed the date at the beginning and somehow thought this was somethign that happened ages ago. Glad things are all right . God is good!

Heather Plett said...

Oh my goodness! That is so scary! I'm so glad she's alright!

esther said...

i heard about it yesterday, when i called church, about something completely unrealted...i prayed for her, oh i prayed...sniff, sniff. praise God she's ok.

Valerie Ruth said...

how terrifying! i'm glad all your loved ones are safe and sound. and i hope your head has time to recover, as well as your baby girl's.

andrea said...

I'm breathing out now. The last thing we want is for Adam's future wife to be bumped off! (Or is that Jane? I forget. :) Seriously, though, I'm so glad she's OK.

Leanne said...

Oh, how completely terrifying, Joyce. It's amazing how the little details in a time like that just keep running over and over in your mind, hey? (I'll never forget the green socks and purple underwear I was wearing the day my water broke 14 weeks too soon.)
I am so grateful that she's okay. I pray the healing is quick, and the memories of the trauma do not linger.

Judy said...

I am singing the doxology!

Amen.

Anonymous said...

Thank you God!! I'm so glad Mom & Dad are ok, and Arianna is ok. Things could have turned out very differently. Thank you JESUS!

Marshkies

Anonymous said...

Holy crap and I'm so glad they're both okay.

Bobita said...

Oh. My. God.

None of the words that I want to type...seem sincere enough, or express the kind of panic I felt while reading the bold print in your post, or the relief I feel now...

Thank. God. Everyone is OK.

Mills' Memoirs said...

Oh Joyce, what a scarey mommy moment that must have been! I'm so glad she's okay...praise God!

Bonnie said...

Keanu and I drove by and saw you sitting on the road, I prayed immediately! God is so GOOD and was watching over your little girl and your parents that day! I'm so thankful that allis ok. Praise God!! xoxo

Anonymous said...

I am so glad everything turned out ok. jenn

mmichele said...

wow. so glad your day of near misses didn't turn into a day of tragedies.

Anonymous said...

I was in tears reading this. The horror you must have felt trying to get to your daughter and not knowing if she is OK. I'm so glad all of your loved ones are safe. k I'm still crying a bit...I'll stop now.

Crystal said...

oh my word, that is so scary. Thank God he sent his angels to protect your precious girl.

Miracles do happen!

Crystal said...

speaking of small towns... or just all of southern manitoba... one of my friends in my english class and university asked me the next week if i knew someone that got hit on main street. apparently his mom had seen it happen. so... news travels fast?