A Phone Call

I got a phone call yesterday, it was my son Derek. After I said hello he then said, "I'm okay and Jordan is okay." My heart sunk, I gulped and knew the next words would be "I've been in a car accident." And I was right. It was a very minor accident, he got caught in the soft sand on the shoulder and it pulled his car into a ditch. The big knoll that stopped his car was a gift. If the knoll had not been there his car would have rolled over for sure. He told me where he was and that he had already called the sheriff. When I arrived he and Jordan were both leaning on the car, both looking just fine. There wasn't much damage to the car either and nobody else was involved. Derek was shaken up, and I think it was a good lesson for him. He is a very good kid, never in trouble, always polite, but starting to get a little over-confident behind the wheel. He was starting to drive too fast. I hope this will slow him down.

The worrying never goes away, having teenagers is an experience that sometimes I love and sometimes I could live without. A constant roller coaster ride that I take in stride most of the time. But getting a phone call like that sure does put life into perspective.

I drove by the knoll today and thanked God and the universe for whatever wonderful reason it is there. It saved his car from rolling over and some pretty scary unknown results of what could have happened. I will choose not to think about what could have happened and just be grateful for the knoll.