Sunday, April 17, 2011

You never know what the day will bring

For those of you who are on Facebook with me and haven't kicked me out of your news feed due to my recent obsession with Cityville, you know by now that my grandson got into an accident on his dirt bike.

He's only just turned 6, but to his credit, he has been on a dirt bike for years already. He loved the sound of a motorcycle engine since he was a baby. But he is only six years old and he made a mistake. His great-grandfather owns 53 acres of land on which they dirt bike. Along a short strip of that acreage is Highway 141 headed northwest out of Des Moines. It's a dangerous and mostly rural strip of road. It has been deadly for decades, but they've put up stop lights in the smaller towns that line the highway and that has reduced accidents and deaths. It's a two-lane divided highway with a high speed limit. Which means, of course, that it's like a drag strip.

Long story short, he came to the end of the property and turned left to swing back and go over some hills - sounds like fun, but he swung too wide and ended up in the middle of the highway's slow lane. It chills me just to type it.

I could hardly stop praying long enough last night to go to sleep.

The 70-year-old woman who hit him head-on, God bless her, saw him in time to stand on the brake. Estimates are that she was down to about 20 mph when they collided. She asked the deputy if she did OK, was there something else she should have done, should she have swerved?

It's interesting to me that he said no, she shouldn't have swerved. He said she did everything right. I don't know if that's true or if he was being kind. He said if she had swerved, he might have been struck again by the car behind her.

The bike took the impact. It hit at the forks and pushed the tire into the bike. Unfortunately for him, he's pretty much sitting on the gas tank and he slid off the bike over the gas cap. I leave the rest to you. He is deeply bruised and swollen, but thank God, the doctor says there is no lasting damage. He can't take more than about 3 steps at a time today.

He has spoken to the driver and told her that he is OK. I hope it helped her. I can hardly imagine what she must have felt.

He was wearing full protective gear: denim, knee pads, riding pants, chest protector, elbow pads, gloves, a helmet that fit and a neck roll. His neck isn't even sore, PTL! I got to see him with my own eyes this morning and although I could tell he had his bell rung, he looks great. I took him his tiger and that seemed to make him happy.

In the Department of Grandparental Deception, I told him that during his CAT scan there were many cats, smart cats unlike my cats, that run around the tube and look to see if there's anything wrong on the inside of him. Then I explained that a PET scan uses pets of any kind as long as they're really smart...hamsters, dogs, cats, snakes, know, smart pets. They all work at the nation's hospitals.

That's why most all of our pets, while immensely lovable, are not always the smartest pets on the block.


Rambling Woods said...

OMG..I haven't been on FB..that is so scary and what a lucky kiddo he is. I am so glad that he is going to be OK..sounds like dangerous stuff for a kid..but then life is full of dangerous stuff....hugs...

Rose said...

Oh, Caron, it gave me chills reading this...I am so glad he is going to be okay.

Sofia Reino said...

Love it when a story has a happy ending. Am so glad he is ok. He looks adorable in the photo!

Cindy said...

Wow! Everyone's angels were working overtime! I'm so glad he is going to be OK. I can't imagine what you're going through. Hugs

Anonymous said...

Wow- I missd this on FB. So glad he is ok!


Carver said...

I got chills reading this. Thank Goodness he's going to be ok. What a beautiful child.