Originally posted on Facebook March 5, 2015
Exactly one year ago today, on a lazy Thursday night, I received the call that all parents dread. "Hello, Mrs. Child? This is ****. I'm a paramedic from the St George fire department. I'm just calling to let you know that your son was hit by a car, and is on his way to the hospital in an ambulance." He had been crossing the street in a crosswalk on campus and was hit by a texting driver. We waited 2 excruciating hours before hearing word back from the hospital. It's amazing how quickly your priorities change when you get a message like that. You pray like your life depends on it, because in fact, it does. All those seemingly important matters that were pressing on you only a few minutes before suddenly have no meaning whatsoever.
He was incredibly lucky and watched over by angels. It's been a long year of recovery, court decisions, and difficult times for him, but every day I thank my Heavenly Father that I can receive a text message saying "Hey mom, just wanted to tell you that I love you" or a funny soccer meme that only the two of us appreciate. So grateful to have him here with us and with only minor long-term effects from his accident.
Take a minute every day to hug those close to you and tell them that you love them. You never know when it will be the last time.
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