I was driving to Green Bay for an appointment when I got the call from Kyle. I haven't been talking on my phone in my car lately (trying to cut back), but since I knew he had a job interview, I decided to answer it. He told me that he was okay but had gotten in an accident back in Tinytown. He said that the police had been called and that everything was okay, but he needed me to call the potential employer to explain that he would not make the interview.
I hung up the phone and continued driving to Green Bay. I had (not thinking) figured I would still make it to my hair appointment. A mile or so later, my brain kicked in, and I realized that I really should go back to Tinytown and be there with Kyle when the police arrived. Five minutes from Highway 41 North, I turned around.
Fifteen minutes later, I arrived at the scene of the accident, where Kyle and the other young driver were still waiting for the police. Kyle's car got the worst of it, and the other driver's truck was not damaged at all. Attitudes were very good, under the circumstances. Thirty minutes later, I headed home.
Flipping on the radio, I heard some bad news; there had been a fatal, freak accident on Highway 41 North,
exactly between the exits I would have been driving, had Kyle not had his accident.
So, the car has seen better days, my poor kid will be paying more for insurance, and I need a haircut really bad, but there is definitely a silver lining.
Someone is watching over us...and we're very grateful.