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Aug. 14th, 2005 06:24 pmSince Dad's the pastor, I hear a lot of news about church members before anyone else does. That includes the positive stuff, like when Greg was planning to propose to Christine, or when our choir director found out he was going to be a father (well, okay, a father for the fourth time, but still good news).
That also includes news like this.
The son of one of our elderly members was out bicycling with his daughter yesterday afternoon. He hit a bump on the road, took a tumble, knocked his head on the pavement. Got up, felt more or less fine. No blood. He used his cell phone to call home, admitted to his wife he had done a very stupid thing (he hadn't been wearing a helmet). Said he was coming home, cleaning up, and going to the hospital just to be safe.
He gets home, he takes a shower... and as he's getting dressed he realizes his fingers aren't working well enough to button his shirt. Now concerned, he and his wife head to the hospital, who give him a few quick tests and immediately move him to the trauma clinic. His skull had been cracked and his brain was flooded with blood. Dad got the call in the middle of dinner, and both he and Mom rushed over to be their with his family as the doctors worked.
This morning he was pronounced brain-dead. It was his anniversary.
I didn't know the guy personally (and I'm almost positive you don't either, JW, before you ask), but I do know his mother fairly well. I also know he left behind a wife and two children under the age of ten, one of whom personally witnessed the accident that eventually killed him.
People, wear a helmet.
That also includes news like this.
The son of one of our elderly members was out bicycling with his daughter yesterday afternoon. He hit a bump on the road, took a tumble, knocked his head on the pavement. Got up, felt more or less fine. No blood. He used his cell phone to call home, admitted to his wife he had done a very stupid thing (he hadn't been wearing a helmet). Said he was coming home, cleaning up, and going to the hospital just to be safe.
He gets home, he takes a shower... and as he's getting dressed he realizes his fingers aren't working well enough to button his shirt. Now concerned, he and his wife head to the hospital, who give him a few quick tests and immediately move him to the trauma clinic. His skull had been cracked and his brain was flooded with blood. Dad got the call in the middle of dinner, and both he and Mom rushed over to be their with his family as the doctors worked.
This morning he was pronounced brain-dead. It was his anniversary.
I didn't know the guy personally (and I'm almost positive you don't either, JW, before you ask), but I do know his mother fairly well. I also know he left behind a wife and two children under the age of ten, one of whom personally witnessed the accident that eventually killed him.
People, wear a helmet.
