Earth Day had its beginning on April 22, 1970. I didn’t know about it then, nor do I think I
have ever knowingly observed it despite the fact that this seems odd for
someone so closely connected to the land. Earth Day has always been just
another day. However, April 22 is etched
in my mind, my heart…my very being.
On the fortieth anniversary of the first Earth Day (I remember hearing the mention on the news), our eldest daughter, her husband of just 7 months and their dogs were nearly snatched from us forever by another person’s reckless behavior. As they returned from a pleasant evening of errands, a juvenile driver, reportedly under the influence and definitely over the speed limit, passed another car on a blind hill, in the dark on a country road and hit them HEAD-ON with an impact estimated in excess of 100 mph. It took the rescue squad an hour to extricate her from the wreckage and they gave hear about a 5% chance of survival as the helicopter lifted off to transport her to UVA. I will skip the details…but, to say that the situation was grim would have been an understatement.
We thank God that Stuarts Draft Rescue and Aircare 5 were
successful in their heroic efforts to save our daughter’s life. SiL#1 was also injured, but far less severely.
He was a rock throughout the entire ordeal. He will probably never appreciate
how much he touched this mama’s heart… (and for those who may wonder…yes, the
dogs survived as well.)
In survival mode, there was no time to ask the pressing
questions. That was a good thing. We all
just “hung on”…did what we could, and held onto each other a little
tighter. If anything, the horrific
episode just served to make us all a little more caring and concerned for our
fellow humans.
From the moment that the incident occurred, we began to see
the work of the “ordinary angels” among us.
First responders, far-flung family members and total strangers impacted all
of us in some amazing ways. At the time,
I attempted to chronicle the details to note all those involved…to say thank
you to each one…but, I failed miserably...
Many of the “systems” failed our kids and us that night and
in the following days…and there was never any possibility for real restitution
and NO hope for justice. But, because of
all those “ordinary angels”, a lot of that didn’t matter. The love and concern that was shown our
family will never be forgotten.
Phonecalls, visits, letters, contributions…some from complete and utter
strangers…
34 days at UVA (17 of those in ICU) were followed by months of healing and waiting to begin
the physical therapy stage. Physical therapy was difficult and was followed by
a lot of hard work to get back to “normal”. But, those “ordinary angels” were
the folks who got us through the whole, long ordeal. There are some amazing
people in this world, and this experience granted us all a new appreciation of
those among us who are willing to put others first, to grant encouragement and
love to others with little concern for the cost to themselves.
I have always loved this song by Craig Morgan. The events of the past two years have given
it new meaning. To each of those who reached inside themselves
and found that “superman ready to take flight…and save a life”, I thank you
from the bottom of my heart. I can only
hope that when faced with the opportunity to touch another’s life in meaningful
way, I will be able to respond in kind.
Two years later, the date gives me pause. We do not let the day pass without making a
point to thank all those who worked so hard to give us the best possible
outcome. The passage of time has caused the scars and memories to fade…but, unfortunately,
there are still hard parts to work through.
The question as to WHY may remain forever unanswered. There are some
things we might never fully understand and the Spring of the year is a
bittersweet reminder of the past.
Hopefully, one day it will just be a day for rejoicing.
In the meantime…
We’re so glad these two are still on Earth TODAY!
LOVE YOU!
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