Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Tonight, Chabs and I went down to the gas-station to get some treats. When we pulled out of the parking lot...we saw a young guy laying in the road. He had been accidentally hit by another young kid in a blue truck. I parked the car and ran over to help the two young men. Maddy called her dad and watched from our car.
For twenty minutes, I held some stranger's broken leg up, while we waited for the police to arrive, and then helped the EMT's put him in a leg brace and then on a stretcher. I gave a written and verbal report of what I had seen and then I turned to find my own child, patiently waiting for me with the police and her dad. We all felt grateful for the medics who came to the rescue and quickly helped these two young men.
It's my prayer that someone's holding my hand if I ever find myself in pain, waiting for help. I hope the poor guy makes it through the surgery tonight. It's gonna be a long road to recovery!