The accident

Last week Will and I were driving 55 miles down 193 in Layton when the light in front of us turned yellow.  With plenty of time I thought we would make it through just fine, Will, however, decided not to speed up. He stopped. Moments later the car ahead of us that did go through the light was hit by a left turning SUV. The car was thrown across the intersection and into a the stoplight post. We knew instantly that the persons in the car had incurred some serious injuries. We pulled over and Will got out to help. I waited a minute and then got out as well (leaving Ben in the back seat for a moment).  The next scene was one I don't think will ever leave my mind, and a scene I won't expound upon in this post, other than the minimal details. The girl driving was dazed and cut up. The guy in the passenger side was even more cut up and partially conscience, but could not respond to questions. His head was been stabilized by someone who had called 911 and was being instructed to open his airway.  Within minutes around six fire trucks were on the scene and some police cars and the women was taken away in an ambulance. Within 15 minutes lifeflight landed about 30 feet from our car to retrieve the guy in the crash.  He, however, was in the process of being cut out of the car. About 10 minutes later he was shuffled onto the helicopter and flown to the U hospital.

It would be 45 minutes before we could leave the scene of the accident (Will filled out a report about what he had seen). I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. "What if Will would have run the light?"  "What would have happened to Ben?" "Would something have happened to Will or I?"  I held our little son for an extra long time that evening, and after Will held me for an extra long time. We were so grateful to be in good health. Our prayers go out to those involved in the crash- and those who suffer. At times I think we are left for a small moment-- but in great mercy the Lord gathers us and enfolds us in his arms. We are not left comfortless. I am so grateful for my little family and pray that we might always be enfolded in the Father's great love.