A Scary Call

Nothing puts things in perspective like getting a frantic call from your wife as she screams that the kids got hit by a bus. She was just leaving work and was an hour away. Me being a few minutes away, I rushed over to tend to the situation.

Our daughter Clover had gone to pick up her brother Kalel from school and upon turning, Car meet bus. Luckily nobody at all was hurt outside of being a bit banged up. Clover was hysterical and basically in shock while her younger brother had his arm around her trying to console as best he could. That was what I saw when I got there which made me really proud. Oh, and the fire trucks, police cars, ambulance, dozens of gawking onlookers, and the hundreds of cars rubbernecking to get a glimpse of the crushed soda can that used to be an automobile.

I will say the professionals were just that. Professional and awesome. The superintendent of the schools was there and went across the street to the store to get the kids bottles of water. The EMT who I believe was named Mike was also awesome as he pulled over in his own truck to assist and let the kids sit on the back while things got sorted. That is the best of my town and humanity in general...and I’m humbled and forever grateful to those who helped and made my kids feel the slightest bit of ok in that terrifying time for them. Thank you all.

For now, the kids will hopefully get a good nights sleep. I’ll probably stare at the ceiling for a while, thanking our lucky stars that a crushed car is the worst thing that happened today.

Blewitt