We didn't pick up our rider as usual--a young man who has had some coping problems with family and school, but he seems to have warmed up to us. He was at home sick. Perhaps it was intuition on his part.
We were at a crossroads which, if one arrives at just the right time during morning rush hour, has no traffic. We were at an "off" moment, when traffic was coming. My BlackBerry buzzed, and I looked down to take care of it. My NT son had not done anything stupid, so far, while driving, but, unfortunately, this morning was different.
Something made me look up after he started the turn onto the highway, and I saw BUS in my peripheral vision. Bus too close, that is. "WHAT THE #$^*ARE YOU DOING!?" I screamed (please keep in mind that I am not a cussing woman). I kept screaming this as the bus bore down on our bumper. "PULL OVER UP THERE!" I commanded as my son was about to break down into tears.
I don't know how long we sat in the neighbor's driveway. I had to calm down before starting to drive. Some kind soul let us back out, but I had to wait for the other direction to clear out, too. Remembering that detail was like a shock to my brain. On the way to school, I told them that if we had been killed, my Aspie son would have had a lovely birthday present, waking up in Heaven. The NT son, OTOH, could have lost his soul because of stupidity like that. No telling where I would have ended up.
When we got to school, I ordered a group hug before everyone got out. Once home, I emailed the principal, assistant principal, and my Aspie son's case worker/advocate, and let them know what happened just in case the boys were "unsettled" today.
I have never in my life been that close to sudden death, and I pray I'm not taken suddenly in the future. I've had a couple of near death experiences due to health issues, but never anything like this. I now understand the meaning of the word "discombobulated." And I still am to a certain extent. When hubby came home for lunch today, I didn't have the nerve to tell him what had happened. I'm going to wait and see what happened at school before I tell him. Even then, God will have to give me the words. I still haven't reconciled myself to what happened.
Whether I live or die, all is for Jesus. He makes the decisions around here.
Blessings, Gemma
1 comment:
It's scary. I don't think you have to worry about your son losing his soul, though. Kids make mistakes, and its not a sin.
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