Journal – June 26, 1981 – 9:30 p.m.
Dad. Accident. Broken back.
June 26, 1981 – 9:00 p.m.
I was in my apartment. Pillows stacked behind my back, I was working on a crossword puzzle in bed. It was a beautiful June evening. All of a sudden, I heard the sirens of an ambulance. I stopped what I was doing and looked at the window facing the street where the sound was coming from. The very first thought I had was, ¨someone´s life is going to change tonight¨.
Not in my wildest dreams did I think that the lives that were about to change were going to be the lives of my family.
I stopped and sadly said a little prayer, praying to God that who ever was in that ambulance was going to be O.K. I silently went back to my crossword puzzle. At 9:30 p.m. the phone beside my bed rang. I picked it up. It was my sister on the line. ¨Carolyn, we´re at the hospital. Dad´s been in an accident.¨
The ambulance I had heard 30 minutes earlier was carrying my Dad. The lives that were about to change forever were the lives of my family.