Sunday, 28 December 2008
05:06:08 PM (GMT)
Guess what? On Boxing Day, my cousin's husband was in a terrible car accident. He
slid on a patch of black ice, went off a ramp and over the guard rail, flipped over
and landed on the highway below. He was in shock and he thought Abby (6) and Grace
(3) were in the car with him. The person who pulled over and helped him was like
"You're the only one in the car, man," but that didn't stop him from kicking at the
window (thus busting it into little pieces and practically cutting himself open)
screaming "My kids! My kids! My girls are back there!"
So anyways, he went to the hospital and the figured he had broken his arms, his
ribs, his back, his collarbone and his neck. So they called Leigh-Anne (my cousin)
and basically they thought he was gonna die. After all of the tests were over...
Broken clavical, that's IT! Isn't that amazing?
The thing is, Steve's a fourth degree black belt in karate who knows how to work
with the energies around him and that kinda stuff. He like runs up walls and stuff
all the time. It's pretty amazing. We were all talking (our whole family) yesterday
about how that must have been something to do with it. Apparently he's all swollen
and cut up and looks just awfull. He looks like he should be dead. He
SHOULD be dead. That's just so amazing...