One Crazy Week

This has been a crazy week. Jason has been traveling all over the south and I’ve been hanging out at home with the dogs….pretty uneventful for me. Monday started off pretty rough, not for Jason and me, but for my nephew. He’s 16 now, will be turning 17 in April, so he has his license. He’s been driving for almost a year now, and has been doing pretty well with it. Monday on the other hand, was pretty scary for him. The truck that he drives needed the brakes worked on, so he asked my parents if he could drive their 4Runner to school. They had no problem with it, so off he went. The roads were good, except for one spot in Illinois City. Illinois City is a small town about 5-7 miles from their house, where we all went to grade school. Well, I guess there was a culvert that had gotten blocked with ice, so all of the water was going on the road. Dakota said he saw it coming, so he slowed down, but as he was driving over it, the back tires spun and he shot over into the other lane. He tried to correct it and when it got into the correct lane, the tires grabbed the dry pavement and shot him into the ditch where the 4Runner rolled side over side and landed in a ditch. God was watching out for him that day as he climbed out with just a few scrapes. He couldn’t get out the driver’s side door because that was what side landed on the ground. So, he climbed up and through the passenger side door. As all of this was happening, there was another man coming toward him that saw all of this happen. He had slowed down as he knew it wasn’t going to end up well and once it was all over, he stopped to help Dakota and called 911. He told the dispatcher that a vehicle had rolled and he wasn’t sure if anyone would be hurt or coming out alive. Thank God he was okay. Dakota was really shaken up about it, and was more scared because he totaled my parent’s car. No one cared that he wrecked the car, just that he was okay because you can always replace a vehicle, but never a life. He went and got checked out at the hospital, in which everything came back fine. No stitches or anything. His Mom, my sister Jill, her birthday was the next day and she said this was the best gift she could have gotten-that Dakota walked away safe and sound. We are all very thankful it turned out the way it did.