My son is fine. But for a matter of seconds, our news might not be so good.
Riding home from school, he was hit by a car.
I cannot describe the primal fear I had, driving to the hospital to meet my son who was arriving by ambulance.
Driving, I reminded God of our deal: I accept that He gave me cancer; in exchange, He has to keep my family, especially my children, safe.
I prayed the whole way: "God, please let me handle this well and let my son not have any permanent damage." I kept repeating this prayer over and over. (OK, there were a few primal screams in there as well, but I really tried to focus on breathing slowly and staying calm)
Moshe was called to the scene of the accident, to talk with the police. While there, he interviewed several eye-witnesses. They all said that the driver did not slow down, despite the signs, before entering a blind intersection. (For those who know Katamon: She was driving down Hildesheimer and our son was riding down HaTzfirah)
Moshe had wanted me to go to the scene of the accident, while he met our son at the hospital. I knew that I could not handle the scene of the accident.
I called my sister, who dropped everything and met me at the hospital.
My heart stopped when I saw my son lying on the bed, on top of a back-board, with a neckbrace.
It was all just a precaution.
The Orthopedist came in and did a thorough exam of my son. Then he called me in to see my son do a couple of knee-bends.
We walked out of the ER a few minutes later.
God had mercy on us.
I am so grateful.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
ps. For those who are wondering, we have already checked our mezuzot!
pps. We are extermely grateful to the teacher from his school, who just happened to pass by after the accident, and accompanied our son, in the ambulance, to the hospital.
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