They are all okay (well, alive and going to stay that way, though there were some bad injuries), but some of my friends got into a bad car wreck this weekend. One of my pretty good friends, one guy that I know through track, one guy that I just met recently but really think is awesome, one guy that I know a little, and one guy that I've never met... it's scary to think how close it was.
I got an e-mail from a mutual acquaintance of ours telling us about their wreck... each of the guys' condition was listed there, and my stomach just sank when I read the words "wreck" and realized that it was people that I knew. I almost started crying even as I just scanned the e-mail looking for information on if they were okay. As I found each of their names, I just got more and more scared about the rest of them.
They were going to Montana to brand cattle at one of the guy's grandparents' farm. And yesterday I waved to them and said, "Bye guys! Have fun at the farm!" That could have been the last thing I ever said to them.
I just keep thanking God over and over again that they're all right. I'm pretty sure I'm going to freak out when I see Collin and just start spouting out how glad I am that he's alive. Also, I'll probably force him to give me a hug. I may request a hug from Ben and Justin too, when I run into them next. Geez, the nerve of those boys going around and scaring me like that... heh.
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