The day you become a parent of a young licensed driver a new fear creeps into your life.The midnight telephone call
When my daughter Sarabi asked if she could use my car to visit a friend, I had a strange moment of misgiving. I gave her permission after I had established that it was fairly close to where we lived.
Sarabi in a happy moment at Addo
Then came the midnight call.
Mom, I've been in an accident.
In the background I could hear deep male voices.
I know now what shock can do. After searching aimlessly for my car keys and wandering around the house in numbed disbelief, it finally dawned on me that I no longer had a car. I realised then that it would be wiser to wake my son to get him to drive me to the accident scene.
Other than the street address, I had no details of the accident.
I am still having flashbacks of my first impressions as we turned the corner. The scene was one of police cars, flashing lights, 2 ambulances, a fire engine and tow trucks. A witness who had seen the accident happen had anticipated fatalities and called for a lot of back up.
From the level of professionalism, the quality of service, I have only praise for those who answered the frantic phone call. I can only praise the para-medics, the police and the tow truck drivers. They were all magnificent. The tow truck drivers in particular guided my daughter at a time of intense trauma.
It was a great relief for me to find out that there had been no casualties. The medics had given everyone a thorough examination and were satified that there were no hidden surprises.
I looked at "Trusted Beauty". My poor "Trusted Beauty" was not so lucky
. Her passenger side had taken the impact of a fast moving car and she had mounted a pavement and crashed into a trellis fence to escape the full impact of the injury.
Trusted Beauty in a better moment.
I knew that my Kgalagadi trip was out of the question.
It did not matter. I hugged my child and later both of us wept in gratitude.
Why then am I starting a trip report?
What angels conspired to bring a bright light into a dark moment? Flying Angel
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