Blogtember: Fear

Friday, September 6: A story about a time when you were very afraid.
There have been many times in my life when I have been afraid. My imagination tends to get carried away and think of the worst case scenario. I cannot watch scary movies because I will end up being up all night with all the lights on!
One of the times I have been most afraid was earlier this year. It was a Thursday afternoon in February when I got the call that Jason and his friend had been in a car accident in North Carolina. The initial information I got was that they were both okay but a little scraped up, so they were going to the hospital to get checked out. Jason asked me to drive up to pick them up. His explorer had rolled onto its side, so they needed a ride back home. 
Because I wasn't sure how long I would be gone, I took Daisy over to my parent's house. While I was there, I received another phone call. Jason's friend was calling to tell me that Jason was being life flighted to a hospital in Chattanooga. I have never received more terrifying news in my life. I immediately asked a lot of questions. I was confused because they had just told me a few minutes before that they were fine. Jason's friend explained that Jason's hand had been severely injured and he didn't have feeling in some of his fingers. They wanted to get him to a specialist because they were concerned about permanent nerve damage. 
Even though I was being told that Jason was fine except for his hand, I didn't know what to think. I couldn't see or talk to Jason to know that he was okay. And even more than that he was two hours away! 
My mom, Jason's mom, and I headed to Chattanooga- it might have been the longest ride of my life. When we finally made it there, the doctor didn't want us to come back just yet because he was putting in some stitches. Finally, they let me go back to see him. It was such a relief to see his face! He truly was fine except for his hand and forearm. When the explorer rolled, his arm went out the window and dragged across the gravel road. He really didn't have any skin left on his forearm. 
It has been a long healing process. The good news is that all his skin grew back on its own without any skin grafts. He also has all feeling in his fingers and full range of motion and use of his wrist and hand. God was definitely protecting him that day!