Count Your Blessings

If you know me, you know I HATE to see the ones I love hurt--it just freaks me out and I want to run! I know, its terrible.

This morning, I was heading home from dropping mom and dad off (they stayed at our house for the night, since we got power back a day before they did). Dad was taking their neighbor gas for her generator, as walking down the hill he fell and knocked himself out. He literally went from his feet to his head. I thought he was making snow angels....go figure. Sure enough he was HURT---I freaked and my heart dropped. He just looked up when he came to and said I cant move, my heart sunk further, and I freaked. Mom got down, and he finally rolled over, but couldnt move his hands or feet. The ambulance came and took him to the ER--he ended up with a concusion, couldnt do the MRI, and came home in a full brace, with numb fingers. He still cant write, and his hands are very sore! He is supposed to see a neruosurgeon tomorrow. Thank god he is so hard headed (literally), but we will see if he actually goes to the follow up.

Thank you God for watching over Dad!!