The ol' homestead

>My brother Chris' car wouldn't start last night, so me being the sister I am, I took him to work. He had to be there at midnight, and he works in Pauls Valley, about 30 minutes away. So I'm driving down this, somewhat of a curvy road *cough* while I was talking on the phone with Zena, my best friend, which was probably a good thing because I was going slower than I normally would. Anyways, I was driving around "bend" and I see this... this hand reach out towards my car from the side of the road, now what I was thinking was "Oh, great! Another hitch-hiker" but just a couple feet from him was a, if you could call it, a motorcycle that was torn into pieces, I screamed and seen an old road up ahead. I slam on my brakes and turn my car around, which I’m sure there are black marks on the road where I turned around at because I heard my tires squeal. So I turn around and Chris jumps out of the car and checks on the guy, (for just a bit of background, Chris just graduated from college with a degree in Police Science so he has training in first aid and stuff like that.) Chris calls 911, which puts him through to Elmore City’s dispatcher. He’s trying to tell her where we were at and she keep saying "I don’t know where that is", for one thing a dispatcher doesn’t need to tell you that. Anyways, Chris comes up to the car saying "you go talk to him, keep him calm, while I talk to 911" I say "I can’t handle that! There is blood coming out of his head, Let me have the phone and you go keep him calm" so finally the dispatch gets the EMS directions, she takes my cell number and name in case they can’t find us. I’m freaking out and don’t know what to do, so I call Mr. Black (my pastor who is also on the fire department) and tell him, or I thought I told him- he told me this morning I was hysterical, which is probably not a lie! Mr. Black said he would head out to find us but to call him if the EMS arrived, which about 5 minutes later they did.I also called mom who later also said I was hysterical and tried to calm me down. Now, while all this is going on, Chris is outside with, who we now know is a 26 year old guy named Jesse. Jesse kept telling Chris that he wanted a pillow, so Chris took off his shirt and I gave them a towel I had in my car. Jesse kept trying to get up and Chris said "man you got to stay down" and he kept yelling for a cigarette too. I was so scared I was crying like crazy! I could see Jesse very well because I had my headlight pointed towards them. He had on a heavy Carhart jacket and there was blood seeping through it. He looked bad, really bad. So finally EMS arrived and looked him over and put him in the ambulance. About 10 minutes later, waiting in my car, we hear something, it was a helicopter! They Medi- flighted him! Just a little later we got to leave…

The next day, Chris and I go to the site of the wreck and there is already a vehicle stopped at the site, we ask if they are family and they told us that they were his cousin’s. They told us he’s awake and okay, they were waiting for a specialist to come look at his leg, and he cut it from the ankle to his knee, past all the muscle. It was bad so I’m glad I didn’t see it. They said the doctors said he’d lain out there for about an hour before we got there!

I feel like God had put us there and the right time. People keep saying we probably saved his life. Whether we did or not, I thank God for giving me the sight to see him and that Chris was with me because he knew what to do. <

SO this is what we know. Jesse has had a hard life so far and we are pretty sure the kids were put in his path for a reason.

These things don't mix:

curvy road

nightime

consuming alcohol

speeding

gravel on road

borrowed motorcyle

no helmet

He's lucky to be alive.