Sunday, June 20, 2010

Mazatlan was great!

Funny. I looked forward to this trip for MONTHS! Don't get me wrong, it was fabulous. Parasailing, boat rides, lazy days on the beach, music festivals, and on and on. It was all great, but by about day 5, I was ready to come home to my kids. I missed them so much. I think that the only things that would have made this trip better were three little things called Kate, Jane, and Sammy!

Friday, June 4, 2010

Not the way I wanted to end my day Yesterday!

So I found a BBQ on KSL for $50 and have been looking for a decent gas grill since I moved. This fit the bill so I borrowed Sam's truck and Katy and I headed off to get it. All was well and I returned the truck to Sam around 9pm. Anyway, after seeing Sam's amazing job of finishing the basement (totally impressed by the way), I headed home.

I was tired, of course. I don't know how many of you do this, but when I pull up to a red light I look a the little blinking cross-walk sign to see if the little man is there or if the hand is blinking. If the hand is blinking I know that the light will soon change and at 9:30 or so I was wanting to just get home and go to bed. So I pull up to this light needing to turn left onto the main road in Roy (utah). I was the first car there, so nobody was infront of me unfortuntely. A police car was right next to me turning right. Of course I noticed that and then looked at the cross walk symbol to see how long I was going to be at the light. The red hand was showing, but not blinking. What does that mean? Who knows?

All of a sudden I heard a crash and sparks were flying down the street. Let's just say that I sat ther motionless trying to figure out what had just happened. Have you ever wondered what you would do or how you would react if you witnessed an accident? I have and I now know. After about 30 seconds of bewilderment, I backed into the seven11 on the corner and jumped out of the car. I was SO happy that the cop was right there and saw the whole thing with me and got to the victim before me. I ran over there to the man that was foolishly riding a motorcycle without a helmet. The cop and another man that was on the phone at the seven 11 were attending to the poor man who lie there in a crumpled mess with his face mangled and his head spewing blood. His motorcycle was at least 20 yards away from him down the road destroyed with pieces shrewn from the point of impace DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF WHERE I WAS AT THE LIGHT all the way to where the bike lay. The car that hit him while turning left (motorcycle turned left and car was coming through the intersection) didn't even realize what had happened. It was two teenage boys that luckily pulled over and didn't quite know how to handle the situation. I almost felt more sorry for the driver who couldn't have been more than 17. I think he was vomitting from shock. The passanger looked as though he had seen a ghost, as I"m sure I did too.

I sat and had to watch as the sirens all started gathering and the paramedics worked on this poor man crying in pain. I was glad that he was at least conscious. It took them quit some time to get him into the ambulance and then he was gone. I, of course, had to fill out the statement and tell the cops what I saw, which was absolutely nothing. I heard the impact and saw things flying and then saw the effects of what all happened so quickly. I was shaking and couldn't drive myself home for about 20 minutes after it happened. When I finally got home, I just broke down and cried. I felt so horrible for everyone of the poor people involved. For the man that now lay in a hospital getting fixed or pronounced dead, his family getting the dreaded phone call after wondering why there husband and father hadn't come home when expected. For the poor boy that hit him wondering what just happened and how he had just hit a man and now had to live with that and his family trying to figure out how to handle the situation and comfort their son and legal ramifications that come with all of it.

I sat there and had a few thoughts as I cried and tried to collect myself. First, how life is so fragile. That man and his family had no idea that that may have been the last day of life for him. I'm sure he was just out on a nice evening ride and heading home and never made it. Second, how incredibly grateful that I was okay, that the motorcycle went strait down the road rather than right into my windshield, which the cops were shocked didn't happen. I was grateful to have made it home to see another day with my children. Third, I thought that I never wanted my dad to ever get on his motorcycle again and was certain that if he had seen this man that was just about his age lying there in a pool of blood with a broken body, he would immediately sell his harley, no matter how much fun it was. Sex is fun, but I don't do it because it's a bad idea for my moral and physical well-being at this point in my life. Sometimes we have to give up things that we love to protect ourselves and our families. I also vowed to NEVER get on a motorcyle again and to the best of my ability will NOT allow my children to ever be on one either, helmet or not, you are TOO exposed and just go flying down the road with broken legs, arms, and more. No thanks, not on my watch! And lastly, I went to bed and said a prayer, praying for everyone invovled, that the man would be okay, that his family would be comforted, and that the boy that was driving the car would also be comforted along with his family. Then I went and found 1/2 a valium that I had left over from a recent surgery (my tummy sure looks nice) and went to bed. As soon as I woke up the thoughts of what I witnessed came pouring back into my mind.

I haven't been able to shake the somberness of the situation and still feel the effects of witnessing that last night. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. It's a horrific thing to be the witness to an accident like that and I hope to never see anything like that again.

However, I now know how I would react if I witnessed a bad accident. I did just what I hoped I would after the few seconds of shock. I did the right thing and if that police officer hadn't been right there, or the man that had been on the phone, I'm sure that I would have been the person right there trying to comfort a man broken, lying there in pieces.