A Friend In Need...

This morning, I received an email from a friend in Texas. She is in need of prayer. Lois Buford's teenage son, Collin, was involved in a horrific crash on highway 80 near Forney, Texas last Wednesday.

Take a look at the pic and you'll know exactly what I mean by "horrific."

I can't imagine how scary it must be for a parent to see their child go through something like this. I hope I never know. But right now, the Buford family needs prayer. Collin has already undergone three surgeries. He broke his right leg, arm and crushed a vertebrae in his lower back.

That's a lot for an 18-year old to endure. It's a lot for his parents to endure. Will you take a moment and lift up Collin Buford in prayer? Will you also pray for his parents, Philip and Lois Buford, as they watch their little boy go through this?

If you'd like more information on the accident, you can check out the story here.

Crunch

So...after 25 years of driving, it finally happened. My first accident. I was on my way to work this morning. It was beautiful...sunny. I had the top down on the Jeep, singing along to Extreme's Hole Hearted. There was one car in front of me doing about 30mph when the light turned yellow...and it appeared she wasn't going to stop, so I figured I'd follow right behind her. Mistake. She DID decide to stop. She rode her brakes pretty hard...and I slammed on mine. Only my big bruiser jeep has anti-lock brakes and 33 inch tires. It wasn't going to stop anytime soon. It felt like an eternity. I put all of my weight into both feet on the brake pedal as I focused on the back end of her brand new, shiny silver 2008 Nissan Sentra. CRUNCH! "*&^%$#!" Yeah, I said a few things I'm not proud of. I immediately jumped out of the car to ask her if she was okay. She said "Yes." Thank God. I asked her to pull over to the shoulder and she did. I called the police. It took forever for them to get there. Meanwhile, there's that feeling of being on display for everyone else who's driving by. The shame. I exchanged information with the other driver. I got a ticket. The back end of her Nissan with the temporary paper plates was scrunched...caved in. Undrivable. My Jeep, on the other hand, looked like it had nothing wrong with it. Except the license plate was a little bent. After all the dispensing of information, I drove away...leaving that poor woman crying there. But thankfully her husband had arrived to console her. Ugh. What a crappy way to start the day...for both of us. Thankfully we both have insurance. More importantly, thankfully, no one was hurt.