Today was the annual nationwide March For Jesus. This was my first one that I’ve ever attended. I had a wonderful time singing praises with fellow Christians as we walked the streets of Sanford. I saw Gary there. We talked a little and he told me that there was a big party at Kiwanis Park for Matt, Christi’s brother, who had just graduated from Catawba College in Salisbury, NC. He said that both Matt and Jason were in town. So, after the March was over I asked mom if we could stop by to see if they were there and say “hey.” We did.
A car was in the driveway with the trunk open. The front door was standing wide open. We pulled up and I got out of the car and Jason runs out of the house. His hands were waving around and he wasn’t really looking at us. Frantically, he said, “Oh geez, oh geez, oh God, oh my God. Mom and Christi and Andy and his girlfriend just got in a car accident. They are three hours away from here. And they’re burned!
It took a second for it to register, but then it all made sense when he just plopped down on the steps and cried. He was in the middle of changing tires on the car out front because he and Matt were going on a fishing trip on the coast. So, Clay took Jason to find his dad and Matt at the bank downtown. Mom and I stayed there and prayed.
A few minutes later, Matt pulled up with Pastor Steve’s wife Nancy. She said she found him walking on the side of the road because their car broke down at the bank. We told Matt what happened and he went nuts. Except he said Andy was in Wilmington and Christi and her mom were going to the mountains and Andy doesn’t even have a girlfriend. Jason’s muttering made no sense.
Hours of confusion took place. Phone calls were made. Hank finally made it home and the emotions went wild because no one knew what was going on.
This is what actually happened:
Christi and her mom Patti and Christi’s boyfriend Adam were going to western North Carolina to say goodbye to Christi’s old gym coach. Patti was taking off Christi’s shoes while Christi was driving, yet at the same time, they were looking at a pretty mountain. A bump is felt and Christi shouts out an “oops” as she swerves back to the road. Yet, the beginning of a guard rail is right in front of her and it catches the gas tank near the rear of the car. It rips it off and flips the car at the same time. They head straight into the other lane, thankfully there wasn’t any oncoming traffic. They come to a stop on the other side of the road and the car bursts into flames. The three shocked passengers crawl out of the car.
Jason got off the phone with the hospital 30 seconds before we drove up. Matt, Hank, Gary, and Adam’s mom drove up to the mountains to be with them. I stayed with Jason until my parents picked me up for a church service at 5:30 p.m.
Christi was burned the worst of all three, but nobody should be left with permanent scars.
And that was today.
No doubt Christi and Adam’s relationship will grow stronger through this shared drama. They’re love is as good as forever.
It’s a week before I go back to the mountains. I will so go to my perfect world of Banner Elk. Yet here, the people of my days before LMC are either pregnant, nicotine addicts, or burned.
And I will leave them that way, knowing my prayers and never ending love will be with them.
I am a little blonde-haired boy, lying in my bed on a school day, only I’m too young to attend. “Why can’t I go, mommy?”
“You have to wait another year until you’re old enough,” she says.
She should have said, “Oh sweetie, don’t rush things. Enjoy these careless days while they are around. Soon your closest friends will be in pain and there won’t be any answers to the flames life brings. Please, stay a child while you can be a child.”