This morning I was getting ready for an appointment when I got a call. It was my Mom...she was somewhat panicked. Something bad has happened...and can I go get Dad. He's at the credit union and he's a bit shook up. (without all of the details that was the 'jest' of the call) When I got off the phone I was shook up...literally shaking.
I got to the credit union and somehow, someway, someone took me inside to my Dad.
Here's what happened. He was walking out of the credit union and ran into a guy he hadn't seen in five years. They were joking around and talking, happy to see each other, when in the blink of an eye...a lady walked up to where my Dad and his friend were standing, a truck drove up to them, and hit the lady. She flew in the air, then was ran over. She was killed. The man my Dad was talking to got hurt from the flying wood and bricks from the building. My Dad ran inside and told them to call 911. My Dad doesn't have a scratch on him. Thank God my Pa is ok. Thank God.
Life is precious people.
Treat every day special.
Treat people special.
Funny how I just posted how we can live, laugh, love, and pray. I pray for that lady's family. They got the dreaded phone call today.
My pa is ok.
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