I’ve been struggling with finalizing my draft of the next post in the anxiety series and found life throwing us a curve ball again. My husband’s best friend was in an accident around 1 AM this morning.
To give you an idea of why we are convinced his best friend, who we’ll now refer to as Mr. K, had God watching over him is because of where the accident occurred.
Below is a picture of the Mopac 183 exchange in Austin. For scale, the light posts are 175 ft tall and the ramp is 100 feet up in the air.
Last night, on an overpass much like this one, just as tall, and just as frightening, Mr. K. lost control of his car and struck the side of the overpass.
These marvels of modern day road construction are built in such a way that if you hit the walls, instead of being launched over the sides, your vehicle will roll over.
With a head wound, broken foot, broken shoulder, ribs and crushed lumbar he managed to climb out of his car as it was catching fire.
One surgery down to pin his foot back together, they’ll be taking him in to put his shoulder back together tomorrow.
During the wee hours this morning, those overpasses did exactly what they were supposed to do. With a care schedule coming together for his family we’ve already dropped off bread and fruit for tomorrows breakfast and are planning to take dinner and snacks.
I’ve done the ‘live in the hospital’ routine before and know that it’s going to be frustrating and scary for awhile, but we’re thankful to our Heavenly Father for watching over him.
There are miracles, I’ve seen another one.