My wife's birthday was last Sunday. Our daughter was at our house last Saturday because she couldn't be at our house Sunday due to church and work responsibilities in Baton Rouge. My daughter is in her last semester at LSU and is scheduled to graduate in December. She waited until after the LSU game ended so there wouldn't be so much traffic getting to her apartment. Shortly after she left, my wife and I went to bed. That was a little late for us. We pray together every night. We were tired so we held hands and prayed in bed. After I prayed for her and moved on, the for some reason I went back to praying for my daughter. I prayed over and over that God would protect her on her drive home and keep her safe.
Within thirty seconds, my wife and I received texts. The texts said our daughter’s Apple Watch has detected a crash and gives us the location of the crash. We tried to call her multiple times—no answer. We rushed to the scene of the crash about 55 miles away. About a mile before the crash site, traffic was completely stopped. I drove in the median to get to the crash site. As we approached, my wife pointed out two life flight helicopters. I told her, “They don’t send life flight helicopters for dead people.” I found a police officer at the chaotic scene. While she was traveling west on I-12, a car swerved in front of our daughter and she hit her brakes. The car behind her didn't slow down and hit her at an extremely high rate of speed. Her car flipped several times and she was ejected in the median. Her car landed upside-down on the front of a car traveling east on I-12. When I saw the car I said to the officer, “How can anyone survive that crash?” That’s when I learned she was ejected. The officer said, “Had your daughter remained in the car, she wouldn’t be alive.” He told me that my daughter spoke with them and is in an ambulance on her way to a hospital in Baton Rouge.
Because the ambulance was headed west in the east-bound lane trying to get through all of the stopped traffic, and we were in the west-bound lane with all the traffic behind us, my wife and I beat the ambulance to the hospital. After a couple of hours we were able to get back and see our daughter. She was alert but in a lot of pain. She has a couple of hairline fractures in two of her ribs, a collapsed right lung, a fractured clavicle, a dislocated right shoulder, and a fracture on the each of two transverse processes which are the pointy bones on vertebrae onto which muscles attach. Her only head injury was a light abrasion to the right side of her forehead and probably a concussion. She will need surgery on her shoulder and clavicle in the next couple of weeks.
I’ve been to the scene of the accident twice. Where my daughter was ejected was in the bottom of the median. The ground in the bottom is soft and spongy—the only soft spot anywhere around. There were car parts everywhere—tires separated from rims, the centers of the rims knocked out, calipers, discs, and hunks of metal. But in a circle around where my daughter landed was a safe spot, clear of all debris. I saw her car the day after the accident. Her seatbelt is still buckled. She slipped right out of it and out the driver’s-side window.
Thirty seconds after I prayed for my daughter’s protection, my wife and I get the text. We were praying for our daughter at the exact moment of her wreck. God answered our prayer.
My daughter has a long road ahead of her, but she is taking it like a champion and is in good spirits. We brought her home from the hospital on Thursday. Saturday and everyday with our daughter was a good day.
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