Today's post borders on one of those topics. So, I have decided to tell the story of what happened yesterday, and leave it at that. I welcome any and all comments about the topic, as long as they are respectful and adult. So, let's play nice, okay?
Yesterday was a family get together of Hubby's family. I love my husband's family, I really do. When I left him years ago, they all stood beside him, as they should, but when we got back together, they welcomed me back with open arms, and made me family again. These people are truly amazing.
So, we're out there, in the boondocks (have I ever mentioned I'm from the country... like, no McDonald's or WalMart where I'm from type of country), and someone had brought a 4 wheeler- a suped up 4 wheeler that sounded like an entire group of motorcycles. They get it off the truck and start going through the field, and I think to myself, 'There is no way my son, who is a little on the fragile side, would ever get on that thing,' so, I headed inside to socialize (yes, there were adults outside with the kids and the 4 wheeler). When I went inside, my nephew (who is 7) and Hubby's cousin (his 4 wheeler, and he's like 20, I think) were on the 4 wheeler.
A few minutes later, someone looks out the window and sees that an accident has happened. We all go running outside, me coming up the back, all relaxed, because I just knew neither of my kids were on it.
Wrong. The Ginger was being escorted up the hill by his sister and his other cousins, tears streaming down his face.
Yes, panic struck, and trying to get the story of what happened from two 10 year olds and a 9 year old is
quite difficult. I checked him over, and physically, he's fine. They told me he was driving, and Hubby's cousin (the 20 year old) was on the back, told The Ginger to hit a button, The Ginger hit the button, the 4 wheeler's front wheels went straight up in the air, and the 20 year old went straight off the back, and landed on his neck.
Knowing that my son was safe (which yes, was a miracle in itself that he didn't go flying off of it, too), I wanted to go into Momma Mode and ask why in the hell they were letting the 7 year olds drive a freaking 4 wheeler that's 3 times the size of them, instead of having them sit in someone's lap. And, for those that are reading this, wondering where the helmets were... this is the south, in the boondocks, nonetheless. There's no such thing as helmets with a 4 wheeler. Seriously. Sad to say, but it's true. I chose to not go into Momma Mode in light of going to see how Hubby's cousin was doing, and being quite concerned about my son, because he had yet to speak a word at this point, and was still crying.
They decided to take Hubby's cousin to the hospital, as he was seeing stars, forgetting things and a massive lump was forming on the back of his head. I'll skip ahead in the story to let you all know that he's fine. No broken neck, no brain bleeding, no fractured skull, just a pretty nasty concussion. Thank the heavens above, right? It could have been so much worse.
So, rewind, and about 45 minutes had gone by since the accident, and my son still had not uttered a word. He was done crying, but was holding on to me for dear life and not talking to anyone at all, not even my nieces and nephews, who are all around his age. I figured he needed time to process everything.
We sit down to eat, and randomly, The Ginger finally spoke. 'I almost killed someone today,' was all he said.
My heart broke. Everyone at the table told him it wasn't his fault, it was an accident, that the 20 year old wasn't holding on and was leaning off the back, and shouldn't have had him driving in the first place. No one blamed The Ginger for anything, and everyone was quite worried about him.
He started to ease up a little after that, and ran outside to play with the other kids. That's when my mother in law came and told me something that, well, made my blood boil.
|So, did God's hands come down|
and push the 4 wheeler over?
Two of my nieces there, 10 and 9 years old, sisters, told The Girl that it was, 'God's will that he fell off the back of the 4 wheeler to teach him a lesson about not holding on.'
I will say that my mother in law spoke with the little girls about their statement, and how she didn't feel that was accurate because as a mother, she'd never want her children to get hurt to teach them a lesson, but the girls didn't seem to want to hear it.
These same little girls had my daughter in tears back at Christmas because they told her since our family doesn't go to church, that Hubby and I were going to burn in hell.
That's my story about what happened yesterday. As I said in the beginning, I'm telling the story and leaving it. I welcome any and all comments presented in a respectful way, and I will reply to each and every comment I receive. I enjoy a good debate, and if this can be done as a debate, then bring it on...