What have I done?

So to go along with the other post I put up, I kinda want to look at the whole situation from start to finish. A few days before I came home from school I called my dad to talk about riding bikes, I told him I wanted to try somewhere different. He seemed a little hesitant but willing to try something different. I suggested the buttermilk trail and all by the James River, it was a little more technical that what we were used to but we gave it a try. While on the trail we got beautiful views of the skyline and all types of views of Richmond. We were a half a mile from being done and we run into this bit obstacle. I get through it, but dad obviously did not.

While I was running to dad I was expecting the worst but hoping for the best. My first aid kicked in and I immediately stabilized his neck. He kept telling me he was fine but I knew down inside that he was not. It is a neck injury, he has to go to the hospital was words going through my mind. My dad kept telling me "I am fine, I will walk back." My gut was telling me he was not fine. I listened to my dad and let him walk out of the trail and up to the road, when we got to the road I told dad I was calling EMS and he would be fine. The problem is dad is very stubborn and refused the EMS, so, we took dad to the emergency room. After getting there and telling them what happened, they called this special code and everyone come to assist dad. The doctors kept telling dad that he was blessed, we kept thinking well that was very nice of them. Finally the doctor came in and told him what the injury was and how lucky he is to be alive. Normally people with this injury end up dead on the spot. After hearing that I kept thinking to myself, wow I could have ran to my dad and him be dead. That is something that you do not want to think about. Seeing your father dead. I am happy that he is not and that somebody was watching over him that day.

My dad just had surgery (matter of fact, I am writing this from his bed side) and doctors say he will make a full recovery (praise God!) It is going to be a long hard recovery but he is going to be ok. I have to stay strong for him!

After seeing what happened to dad, I realized that I have to live life to its fullest. I cant wait around and wonder what is happening, just go for it. I also learned that you have to be happy and strong, trust in the good Lord and he will get you through. Praise God dad is ok and will be able to live a normal life.

(a side note, I am sorry there are no hyperlinks, really couldn't find anything for this post! Sorry!)