On July 28th, 2017 I was leaving work at a quarter til 3 and I was on the highway and I received a phone call from my 11 year old son. He sound like he was in a panic, he told me that they had been in a car accident. So my mind begin to race because he had all of the kids with him and I asked my son where is your dad? His response was he is outside of the car. So I begin to ask him where are they and he couldn't tell me. So i asked him was everyone okay? Was his dad okay? He said yes. So I told him to put his father on the phone. He told me where they were and and I rushed to their location.
On that rainy day, my husband and four children were hit in the back and sent across two lanes where they jumped a median and hit a tree. That was the day that I was in a full alarm feeling of terror and fear. I thought I had lost my entire family. I didn't know what I was going to see when I got to the scene. On that day all of my children and my husband walked away with little bumps and bruises but no life threatening issues. That day I was broken and put back together again. I had unlocked a new level of love and honor for my husband and love for my children. I had unlocked a new appreciation of family and unity in family as well. All of those fights didn't matter, me yelling at the children didn't matter. All that mattered was that they were alive and well. I thank God for protecting my husband and children. That loss would've been one that truly would've broken me and I thank Him for allowing this to be a testimony for me to share. Blessings <3