I get my truck loaded, including Zack, and we head out. At this point, Zack is in the back seat, going from window to window checking out the terrain. I head north out of town towards Andrews, and happen upon this fatal wreck on FM 1788 and Midland Farms Road. (When y’all think about it, please pray for the families of those victims.) When I happened upon the wreck, the authorities and EMT’s were on site. We crept through the vehicles, and continued on to Andrews.
I am traveling west on SH176, into Andrews, and stop at a light. There is a motorcycle going west directly in front of me, and a truck also going west in the left lane. I look ahead, and see a huge lifted truck coming across the lane from the eastbound road. He is going to turn into the car wash, and there is no way he can see the motorcycle – it is hidden by the westbound truck. I’m crying out, “Oh, Lord – oh, Lord!”
Sure enough, the motorcycle and the truck crash, and the helmetless cyclist somersaults onto the pavement, ending up prone and still on the carwash parking lot. I pull up into the parking lot, hit my OnStar emergency button, and get out to render aid. The injured is starting to try to move around.
“Hello, I’m Janie. I’m medically trained…can I help you? You need to be still.” He was breathing okay, his pulse was good. His eyes were watching me, not shocky at all, and he started talking, clearly and lucidly. I felt huge relief.
Another man runs up – he’s a veterinarian. He stays with the injured, while I run back to my truck and get a blanket. I get back to the patient. He asks me, “Will you please pray for me?” I did. He was praying, too. “Lord, thank you for sparing my life”, he said, over and over. He told me he could feel his legs, but that his head and his side hurt. It seemed like the EMT’s were there in seconds, but I don’t know. At one point, I looked up and we were surrounded by onlookers. The injured was cognizant, giving me the phone numbers for his wife and his mom, and onlookers who knew the injured and his family called the wife and parents for him. The EMT’s took over, I gave my card to the authorities, and they released me from the accident scene.
When I got to Hobbs, I tried to call the Andrews hospital, but of course, they couldn’t release any information. I don’t think I breathed until I got to Artesia.
On the way home tonight (another eventful drive, story to follow) I tried to call the injured’s family for an update – and he answered the phone! The hospital had released him Friday night, with stitches in this head, and bandages on his hand. He has not one broken bone, no internal injuries. A miracle, I tell you. I have instant-replayed the accident in my mind, and I am amazed. This young man was excited to hear from me; it seems he and his family canvassed everyone at the wreck and nobody knew who I was. He said, “You’re the lady who was there first, who prayed for me, right? I am so glad you were there, you’ll never know!”
He promised he will wear a helmet from now on. He told me he's going to decorate it with the rocks the EMT's dug out of his head.
I'm thankful that he's okay.