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The Day My Brother was Hit by a Car.

It was a Friday night when I got the call.

When you hear the words “There’s been an accident,” you feel irrational dread instantly cementing in your stomach, no matter how gentle the person on the other line is.

This post was IS extremely hard to write. It’s taken weeks to find the words through the emotions, especially when I see this:

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The Phone Call

As my brother’s room mate explained the details, the story got worse: Hit and run. Driver fled the scene. Excessive speeds. Car was totaled. Blood everywhere.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and I was crying noiselessly as the full weight of “what could have been” settled on my heart.

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The Accident

Ryan has no memory of what happened, so we had gather clues with the police.

He stopped at a stop sign, and proceeded to cross the street. The officer believed that the other vehicle was travelling at such excessive speeds that he would have looked far enough away to cross. The other vehicle was an SUV.

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It hit the side of Ryan’s car with enough force to do this

After that massive hit, the other driver kept going, fleeing the scene, and spinning Ryan around and crashing his back end into a fire hydrant:

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It looked like Ryan was able to get out of his car, but didn’t make it much further than that:

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You can see the blood where he was fumbling for the door…

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…and where he passed out against the car.

The Aftermath

When the paramedics got there, Ryan was lying in the road, covered in glass and blood, with no memory of how he got there.

The last thing he remembered was crossing train tracks, a few blocks before the accident happened.

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This was the worst of it.

The police said that one of the neighbors came out of the house and was trying to clean him up with towels while the medics came.

Whoever you are, I thank God you were there, taking care of him when he couldn’t take care of himself.

Incredibly, Ryan was safe. He only suffered a concussion, and 24 stitches to his face and head.

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I took this a day after, when he was all cleaned up

What the Driver didn’t know:

My brother was planning to propose the next night.

He had planned for a few weeks, made reservations, put incredible thought and love into this weekend, and it was almost here – I couldn’t have been happier for him.

Ryan and Ruth – One of my favorite pictures of the happy couple!

Ryan was on his way home after work, with all the preparations for the next night in the car, like this very special, hand-made card for his girlfriend Ruth:

Amazingly, this made it through in one piece!

Mixed Emotions

Looking at the wreckage again, and realizing how close Ryan came to not walking away from this puts a strange disquiet in my soul, a dissonance of shock and gratitude that layer like oil and water around my heart.

Was I angry at the other driver? Absolutely. I struggled with this for a long time, which is why I’m just now writing about it (weeks after the accident). I think it’s natural to be angry at the person who hurts you, especially when you are operating out of fear, but you can’t let that consume you.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in this life, it’s that bitterness destroys you. I took a cue from my brother, who was incredibly free of anger, even wondering if the other driver was okay (I could have cared less at that point, since he was well enough to drive away…but I’m still working on that…).

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Who knew my favorite brother would teach me so much?

Things to be Thankful for:

  • That no one was in the passenger seat:
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This is all that was left of it.

  • That my brothers room mate Phil knew something was wrong, and went looking for Ryan. He did an amazing job calling everyone and taking care of Ryan for us, and we are so thankful he was there!
  • That the other driver left his license plate at the scene (this is probably my favorite fact) = sweet justice!

Seriously, I have so much to thank God for, namely that Ryan is alive.

The Happy Ending

After all that, is it any wonder my brother didn’t want to waste anymore time proposing to Ruth?

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Bet you can’t guess what she said…!

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5 thoughts on “The Day My Brother was Hit by a Car.

  1. Harriet Bosico on said:

    Amazing….absolutely amazing how God brought Ryan through this…so happy for all of you!

    • kelsea57 on said:

      It’s pretty incredible to think about. There were just too many “coincidences” happening that day for me to ignore the fact that God was protecting him!

  2. So glad Ryan was ok and God worked everything out. I know exactly where the picture of you and him was taken. Made me smile and glad to call all of you part of my family.

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