I can’t believe I’m writing this.
Kevin was involved in a motorcycle accident today. I can’t even wrap my brain around that. This all seems like one big nightmare.
Please God, wake me up.
I cried all day. I’m surprised I have any tears left. I keep thinking about how it happened. I keep thinking … I need to stop thinking.
He was on his way to meet some friends for lunch. He was approaching a bridge and the road narrowed to accommodate for that bridge. A woman, not paying attention and doing only God knows what, swerved into his lane – he had no where to maneuver, he was on a bridge.
It was a head-on collision. He went flying and witnesses say he hit a guard rail, though thankfully, he doesn’t remember that part.
But he does remember hitting the ground.
The driver took off.
Thankfully, there were witnesses that stopped and called for help. One was a youth pastor at a nearby church. He happened to be on his motorcycle and saw the whole thing. He later came by to check on Kevin at the hospital – he said he would not be riding his motorcycle any more.
A nurse also stopped to help. She prayed over him.
His pelvis is shattered. Praise God that is all that is wrong with him. Miraculously, nothing else was broken – his spine is fine, his neck is fine and other than scrapes and bruises, he’s okay.
But his pelvis is pretty messed up. Springfield doesn’t have anyone in town that can perform surgery on him. So, we’re driving up to Columbia tonight, with his parents, to be with him for the surgery.
He was in a lot of pain when we left him at the hospital.
I can’t believe I’m typing this. It feels like one of my fiction stories.
God was watching out for him today – it could have been so much worse.
I’ll try and update you in the coming days.
Please pray for us.