Saturday night, I was headed to bed, but wasn't feeling great. I wasn't sure if the congestion was the usual or because I hadn't slept well the night before. I took Benadryl around 1:30, and climbed into bed. At 1:55, the phone rang.
When the voice from your daughter's college tells you she has been taken by ambulance to the hospital, the adrenaline rush supersedes everything else. Michael and I jumped in the car, eerily similar to the day before, after receiving the call regarding Ethan.
Dense fog made the drive a little longer than usual, but we made it by 3:15 a.m. Thankfully, by the time we arrived, she was fine . We bundled her up and headed for home.
Once again, we encountered thick fog, that caused us to slow the pace. I was glad Michael was at the wheel. It makes for a tense, white knuckle drive, when the visibility is poor. You merely follow the tail lights in front of you to know which way the road turns, hoping he too has tail lights to follow.
Instead of tension, I feel full effects of the Bendadryl. Despite the flurry of thoughts running through my head, I could not keep my eyes from closing. I may have dozed off for a moment. I awoke to a loud rumbling sound, followed by thumping and bumping, which pumped up adrenaline again.
A tire had blown. It was more like it exploded.
I am thankful that we'd passed through the fog before the tire blew & for the full moon that made it not-so-dark, while stopped alongside the highway. I'm thankful that Michael was able to change the tire and get us back on the road 43 minutes later. Michael was thankful that Christopher had a flash light in his glove box.
I was especially thankful to have a warm bed to crawl into at 5:55 this morning.
Blessed be the Lord,
Who daily loads us with benefits,
The God of our salvation!
(Ps. 68:19)
3 comments:
I, too, am Thankful everyone is OK!
Thankful that everyone was okay! I have never seen a tire like that before!
I keep a flashlight in there? News to me....
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