My hands gripped the steering wheel, as the initial shock of the impact subsided. I watched a small crowd of curious bystanders gather on the sidewalk and heard a faint hissing sound from somewhere underneath my car. I was in a foreign country and had just been T-boned. I’d maneuvered down this narrow lane hundreds of times. In …
“Hope Must Be Greater than Fear”
My husband, Mark, has agreed to finish up my short series regarding our daughter’s accident. Pull up a chair as he walks you through this crisis from a male perspective. You’ll be glad you did. ———————- “After the initial shock of the accident subsided, a new wave of terror came slamming into my world. What steps do I take now …
“Please, Lord. No Mistakes.”
The crowd parted as I neared. After all, it was my daughter laying in her own blood on the street. Minutes before, Mark and I had been watching a subtitled version of “Lawrence of Arabia” in the hotel room. We’d brought our teenaged girls to the beach for vacation and chosen to have separate rooms with them, since …