Driving Home

Driving home tonight, I came upon an accident that had just happened. When I stopped and asked if they needed help, the people just sorta shrugged their shoulders not knowing. They were carrying someone from a car to the grass. I had to pull over and help. There were two little kids, a boy 4 and a girl 8. They were fine just scared. The little girl complained of her chest hurting, so I asked her if I could look. She just had rash from the seat belt. But it hurt real bad. The little boy said his tummy hurt, and there were no marks there and it didn't seem to be tender at all, and after a few minutes he said nothing hurt. The father came over and checked on them but was busy worrying about his wife. I never did make it over to that side of the intersection to see how she was. The father wouldn't tell me in front of his kids how she was. I was petrified. All the memories of Korry and her accident came back to me. She was already dead when they got her from the car, but I know there were people their wanting to help. I sat with the kids while the paramedics checked them and then until family members came. I did ask the EMT to check on the mom for me, and he said that she was going to be ok. I am sure from the tears and panic in the dad's eyes that she was hurt pretty bad, but would eventually be ok. I felt compelled to hold the little girl's hand and stay with her as long as she needed. She missed her Nana, and I told her I would fill in and be her Nana while I was there. I know that God put me there to be with those two little kids. I tried to calm the father down but he was just wound up, and understandably so. I am so glad I followed the prompting to stop and help. The kids were able to calm down some, but the little girl was just so scared. I just couldn't imagine if they lost their mom what it would be like for those poor kids. I was so relieved they would not have to go thru what our family has gone thru. It sure made me miss Korry more again. I cried on the way home. Just for the situation. I miss her.

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