Thanks be to God. I can't think of starting this column any other way. Raf and I are alive, and on Nov. 1, that might well have been in question.
For those of you who don't know, coming home from church in Fort Worth that night, we were approaching the courthouse in Weatherford when a guy, high on something and evidently, from what the witnesses said, not paying attention, came around the courthouse, his car spinning out of control, and, although we were in the far right lane, he managed to hit us head on. He was coming so fast – about 60 miles an hour or so – and Raf, going about 25 mph, had nowhere to turn.
There were wonderful witnesses, first a nurse from Mineral Wells, whose name I wish I remembered, then other folks who stopped to render aid. They helped us, called our daughter, and, of course, stayed with us until the first responders arrived, giving the police statements about what had happened.
They took wonderful care of us!
My first thought, after the impact, was to be sure Raf was OK. I got his jammed door open, and then the fire department and the police arrived. By that time the other car was on fire, but the firefighters were able to put it out. They had to use jaws of life for the other car in order to get that passenger out.
Amazingly we were alive. This impact was so hard, we shouldn't be.
Raf sustained a broken left hand, and I have bruises all over my torso from the seat belt. Both of us are sore, but we are alive! God was with us in that car.
We were transported to Weatherford hospital where the nurses and doctor took wonderful care of us. By the time we got to the hospital our daughter, her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend had arrived, as well. Shortly afterward, our grandson, who is a police officer in another town, arrived, also.