I got a call from the ex, she was in tears, and said that our son was struck by car while riding his bike to work. When I got to the ER, he was lying there in the bed. He was bruised & scratched. He recieved a mild concussion, brokeen wrist, sprained knee. The driver of the car was DUI, and was been arrested and full charges will be pressed. Fortunately, a cop had just turned and was behind my son when all this happened. It was also fortunate that the responding sergeant is a good friend of my ex's.
As I saw him lying there I was moved to tears. His life flashed before my eyes. Seeing him born. Taking him home. Taking him to school. Playing ball in the park. Wrestling in the front room. Playing X-Box. Going to the Dodger-Yankee pre-season game. Going to USC home games. Kissing him goodnight. All these thoughts run through your head, and a gamut of emotion courses through your body. Last night, I barely remember driving home.