Yesterday, Thomas was in his first car accident. Twenty-four days after earning his license, and an accident has happened. He was about 25 minutes away from home. He had gone back to our former town to visit friends. It was at an intersection that isn't a bad intersection, but I'm also not surprised it happened there. He was by himself, so there were no distractions of friends, and he was not on his phone. He just didn't see the car coming, and with the way cars park along there, again I wasn't surprised.
Andrew went to him because he was already in his vehicle. I couldn't wait to hug him, but the fact that he had made the call to us meant he was okay...at least physically. My sweet boy was so distraught all evening. When he got home, he just leaned into my hug and didn't want to let go. He was convinced the other driver wanted him dead. I doubt that to be true, but I certainly understand the other driver being angry. He just wanted lots of hugs and reassurance last evening. It broke my heart. I am very grateful that Andrew is able to be with him today. I hated seeing my sweet boy suffer. And the number of prayers of gratitude I sent up can't even be counted. I was really very proud of how he handled everything.
By the way, the car is probably totaled. Not worried about it though, not at all. My sweet boy is okay, and so are the other people.
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