Tuesday, October 1, 2013

writing assignment- the accident



This weeks assignment for our writers group was to write about an accident.  So many great stories, both fictional and not-fictional were shared.  This is what I read to the group.  Mom have a box of tissues ready because I can't even read it without tearing up myself.  


There are some moments in life that stay with you forever.  The face of one little boy has stayed with me for over twenty years.  This is our story and how he still lives on through my memory. 

The morning air was crisp and cool on my arms.  Today was going to be a day filled with friends and family.  As a treat to our baseball family we are all going to a water park for a picnic and with awards being handed out at the end of the day.  There are going to be salads, hot dogs, fruit bowls and lots of brownies; oh and a few cute boys.  I am even going to be able to ride shotgun the whole way down and back again, how exciting!

 First we had to pick up one other boy to ride with us; his parents had to work and my dad did not want any of his boys to miss out on the picnic.  We had extra room anyways, because my mom was going to be driving a friend’s car.  Her friend had been stung by a bee the day before and was unable to drive due to her medication; her son was on the team and she didn’t want him to miss out in the festivities. 

We went over to her house to drop off my mom early in the morning; it was  that moment I will always remember.  He was sitting on the picnic table petting his dog; the expression on his face was both peaceful and saddened.  Thinking back now as an adult, I think somewhere inside he knew.  But he never led on, nor told anyone what he knew.  But he knew.

As he was stroking his dogs’ ears he looked up at our car, his eyes locked onto mine.  I could not look away; I could not break the connection.  He smiled after what felt like eternity, but were only a few seconds.  In that moment I believe he decided both of our fates, he was at peace with the path god had chosen for him and he was ready.  His smile was that of an angel in the making.

It took me a few days to process the remainder of that fateful day.  I was surrounded by members of our baseball family on the slope of a small hill that overlooked the baseball diamond.  We were all grieving and in shock; it was then I realized the part I had played on  that eventful day.  If I had let him switch cars with me, at the end of the day, he would have lived. He wanted to ride with the other boy in our car, and I did not want to give up my shotgun seat.   But maybe, just maybe he had relented easily during the discussion to switch places because he knew what would happen in the matter of a few hours, and he was ready. 

I still see that little boy sitting on the picnic table with his dog.  He is smiling at me, but sometimes he is not alone.  Standing behind him is his mother.  They left together that night, on a cold dark country road, when another mans decision decided their fates and the fates of those left behind.  Maybe that’s why he made the decision, because he knew he would not be making the final  journey alone.

When he looked into my eyes that fateful day, I think he looked into my soul and saw what I have yet to find out.  Gods’ greatest plans for me during this lifetime .  Everyday when his face comes to the front of my mind, I remember.  I remember how he  allowed me the chance to experience the beauty and the joys around me. 

  But I can not deny it, I also wonder some-days  if he made the right choice or what he saw in me that fateful morning.