"It" is happening.

The night was April 7th. It was Wednesday night and I was driving home from church and literally watching the storm roll in. The lightning was fierce and I knew I wanted to get my kids in and out of showers before "it" came.

The kids were settled in their rooms watching the end of American Idol when I got "it." A text message from a friend was asking about my boss (my boss and his family are also friends). I didn't know what she was asking me about so I simply called my boss and he didn't answer.

Nerves increased. This was not your typical "I can't get in touch with so and so" text. The context of this text message was like one I have never received. Within 2 minutes.....everything began to change. Everything is still changing. "It" changed me. I don't ever want to go back to the way I saw things before 7:45 on the evening of April 7th.

I know you are dying to know what "it" is. And, "it," is so complicated, but I'll do my best to share what happened. However, this story is not about the event of my boss and his family. We are looking past the story.

My boss is a doctor. I worked for him up until I told him about a job that landed in my lap and I resigned on Tuesday the 6th! Oh mercy that was a hard conversation. Anyhoo.....I promised to work my two weeks and we managed to get through Tuesday's day of work without me crying.
Y'all I love this place and I love the people in that place. We are family.

Wednesday was a beautiful day (insert Cary rolling her eyes at me) and we had a ball at the clinic. However, I look back now and see just how quickly life goes from being all good and fine and ok....to.....EVERYTHING IS NOT GOOD AND FINE AND OK.

Oh, Jesus. You were right there with us all.

Ok, back to watching American Idol on Wednesday night. I'm in my pj's. I'm all comfy. I'm waiting to get in the bed and close my tired little eyes. And then the text message comes.

This is the "it." Apparently my doc and two of his oldest sons were involved in an accidental gun shooting at their home. They are huge gun people and can talk and breathe guns like I talk and breathe my husband and kids. They love it!!!!

But wait. Jesus, I'm scared to death.

I was shaking.

I cried.

The storm was the worst we have had all spring.

I remember thinking....."I'm getting in the car right this second. The heck with the storm."

I somehow changed clothes and drove in that mess of a storm to the hospital only to learn...

This was serious.

This was life threatening serious.

He had lost 4 units of blood. The gun went off 22 times in 2 seconds. He was struck multiple times.

Oh, Jesus. I'm so stinkin' scared.

I prayed in my heart over and over and over...

"Lord, please save this man. Please be with his wife. Protect those boys. Lord, they need their dad. She needs her husband. He's way too young. It can't be time."

God was definitely tending to the doc and his family that night. God was also tending to me that night too.

I just didn't know it.

"It" happened. And, I don't wanna go back.

There is so much to tell. Part 2 will be up tomorrow.