Motorcycle Wreck

 May 19 - David wrecked his motorcycle on Jericho Road on the way to work. 

Leila and I were getting ready to leave (running a few minutes late), when I got a call.

It was his phone, and yet when I answered - it was a lady's voice I heard.  She told me what had happened, but that he was conscious and had the wherewithal to be able to unlock his phone for her.   

I told her I would be there in a few minutes.  On the way, I passed a teacher from school that I had been working with.  Since I wasn't entirely sure what I was going to find, she took Leila to school with her.

I went around all the stopped traffic, whipped into a driveway and ran the rest of the way. I got there moments before the ambulance.  He was laying in the middle of the road.  Someone (a teacher at the Intermediate school I found out later) had covered him with a blanket.  Yes, he was conscious, but not really 'with it'.  

There's really no way to describe the feeling of seeing someone you love in the middle of the road with tons of people around him.

The squad transported him to the hospital, and the attending policeman arranged for his bike to be towed.

PVH did an assessment and sent him onto Cabell.  

He had: 5-6 broken ribs, a punctured lung that was leaking air, a broken scapula, a shattered collarbone, a slight concussion, a broken toe, a messed up / stowed thumb, and a cut on one hand that took 6 stitches.

His helmet was cracked and his bike was totaled.

 

 As bad as it was, it could have been so much worse. 

There was a nurse in front of him that stopped.

And another nurse that came up behind him.

They stopped traffic both ways, helped, called the squad, the police, and me. And stayed with him.

The responding officer went above and beyond - taking care of the bike and even coming to the hospital to bring me the info on it.  

 

One of the benefits of living in a small town - the number of people that called, prayed, checked on us and helped in so many ways.  (Word does travel fast.)

Mom came to the hospital as soon as she heard - before they had even called for the transport.  

Darres and Juanita immediately drove up all the way from TN.

Don beat me to the hospital in Huntington.

Austin made phone calls.

Austin, Darrell and Haley came to the hospital & kept me company.

Darrell and Haley got me dinner, and Austin and Casey got Leila's.

Darlene, Austin, Casey, Mandy and Ronnie got Leila where she needed to be.

Joel and Laura came to the hospital and Petey and Ben took care of the weekend guests we were supposed to have.

Mandy and Ronnie finished the cooking I was supposed to do for the Blessing of the Bikes that was ironically scheduled for the next day.

 

We would never have made it without all their help, and I thank God for them all. 

I also thank God that our 'Blessing of the Bikes' came a day early.

 We knew he was lucky, but we didn't know just how lucky until we went for a follow up appointment the next week.  The doctor sat down and explained that if the piece of collarbone had gone an inch in any of 3 other ways, instead of into the lung that it did - he would have died almost instantly.