If you didn’t see it on the news thursday night, my older brother came close to death in a motorcycle accident on I95 on his way home from work…
He was half way passing a Tractor Trailer at about 70 miles per hour, when it veered into his lane; forcing him off the road; hitting the rumble strip, loosing control of his bike, being thrown into the air and landing face down; bike going one way – him going another.
My father who was in front of him on his bike saw the whole thing in his rear view mirror and thought he had been killed.
“oh my God, oh my God” was his words of desperation, which is ironic, as it was the first thing I said hearing that he had been in a serious accident on I95 (I knew he never wears a helmet).
It’s scarey how life can be be pulled away so fast, so unexpectedly, it’s scarey to think this morning when I woke up, that I could have been waking up to a new day without someone who has been part of my life for the last 30 years.
It’s scarey to think that his wife and children may not have had a father if just one little atom was placed differently in that whole accident.
It’s scarey to think that someone might have had to tell his children or wife that he had died there on I95 a little after 4 in the afternoon, unexpected and instantly.
It’s scarey because any day it could happen to me or my father; as we both ride bikes too, and someone would be telling our families in our abscense.
It’s scarey – because he is my brother – and of course I love him.
It’s all scarey, but praise to the Lord that he has survived!
He has multiple fractures in his back and neck, and a broken wrist. He has shattered one ankle and had to have it replaced with hardware as well as his other ankle (which he is still waiting for surgeury on).
His life will never be the same again, but he is alive, and for that I am thankful.
Amen.