Tell them you love 'em...  

rm_36specialk 48F
731 posts
1/26/2006 9:24 am

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3/24/2006 7:48 am

Tell them you love 'em...

Last night, around 7:30 or so, my son called me to let me know that he'd fallen on his scooter and thought he'd broken his wrist. He said his dad was at work, and wanted to know if I'd come take him to the hospital. Well, of course I'm going to take him to the hospital (duh). Upon my arrival at the hospital, (my son met me there), I instantly saw that his wrist wasn't broken, but he insisted that it hurt badly and so I decided to let him stay and have it X-Ray'd. I was quite upset with him, it was obviously not as bad as he'd led me to believe, and I've been ill lately and not wanting to leave the house if I don't have to.

So, while waiting in the waiting room, I was approached by a reporter who was looking for family members of the victims of the bus wreck that happened yesterday. I'm friends with the nurse that works triage for that particular hospital, and so I asked her what was going on. She told me that a semi-truck filled with bottled water had plowed into the back of a car with 7 kids inside (all 7 were killed in a firey blaze that you only see in the movies) and the car plowed into the back of a school bus full of children, and half the school bus victems had been sent to this particular hospital. The nurse also told me that the children who were injured suffered the types of injuries that make you want to go home and wake up your kids just to tell them that you love them. The reality of what I'd just heard was unnerving. So, back to the waiting room I went, my son at this point, joking with his friend that had gone to the hospital with him. I was thankful that my son wasn't hurt, but angry at him for claiming to be in worse shape than he actually was. I told him that I felt like we were wasting everyone's time, but that he was the only one who knew exactly how bad he was hurt.

2 1/2 hours later, we were called into the back of the ER. My son, still in good spirits, joking with me, asking me if I were mad at him, I of course telling him that I wasn't even though I was. When a curtain opened next to us and there laying in a bed, covered in bandages, with an IV in his arm was one of the school bus victims. His mother obviously shaken, and thankful that her son was alive. My friend, the nurse, comforting her, telling her that she'd keep her family in her prayers. The boy, hurt badly, his brother and sister obviously upset also. My son had begun to get impatient waiting for his X-Ray, and wanting to know what was taking so long. I told him that there were people that were hurt badly and that their needs came before his, and that's just how it is. I then told him that the boy in the next bed had been in the bus accident, and his face turned from playful ness to seriousness. He'd finally realized that this wasn't a game, that crying wolf when he isn't hurt isn't the best thing for him to do, and that bad things do happen to innocent people.

So, we got his result's from his X-ray, the doctor gave him a aleve and told him to take it easy next time. I took him back to his dad's apartment and went home. It was late and I was tired so I went to bed.

When I woke to the news this morning, all of the channels were covering the bus crash. The local channels covering it, and then the National news. The national news and the radio seemed to be focused on the fact that the driver of the car containing the 7 children that were killed was only 15 years old. Now, I ask you, would it have made any difference if the driver had been 20 or 40 even? I don't think so. You see, the truck that plowed into them was driving a minimum of 60 mph when he hit them, and it isn't known if he was applying the brake or not. The state police are investigating to find out if the cause was related to a medical condition, or mechanical problem, or if the driver was possibly distracted. So, it's kind of pissing me off that everyone is making such a big deal of the age of the driver of the car. It makes absolutely no difference. I understand and agree that a 15 year old shouldn't be driving, but when an 18 wheeler plows into you, age knows no boundries to the damage it's going to cause.

My prayers go out to the families of the victims of this horrible accident.

Sometimes, all the drama that goes on around blogville...ie: the recent fake deaths, and people holding vigils for other bloggers and the such, needs to take a back seat and we all need to go home and hug our kids and let them know that we love them. What if your child had been on that bus, or if you'd been sick and asked your almost 16 year old daughter to please go pick up her brothers and sisters because you were too sick to leave the house. Wake 'em up and tell 'em you love 'em.


3d60 47M

1/26/2006 10:47 am

Wake up the whole bloody world and tell em you love em....now more than ever we need it, thank you for your story, again life is fleeting precious and hard but with love it's worth it All me juv Me XX


HeardLankaMalls 55M
2925 posts
1/26/2006 11:39 am

Glad your son was ok K.
Have to feel for those involved in the auto/truck accident. Always horrible when children are involved.
Hugs


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