"Thankful Thursday!" is coming a day early this week. I generally always usually call my dad every Wednesday morning, but today his line was busy. All seven times I tried to call it in an hour and a half! The line was busy. So I decided since it was close to 11:30 a.m., I'd walk Annie instead.
We headed north. About five houses past ours, I heard what sounded like a crash, but I didn't think anything of it. We're always hearing noises from Kenrick Avenue and I figured that's what it was. Annie and I kept walking and right in front of K and C's house, I heard an owl. "Hoo, hoo, hoo." I thought, "How strange that an owl would be out this time of the day" and prepared to walk on. But then I noticed a ladder on the side of the house, I remembered hearing the crash and I thought, "I need to check this out."
We walked up the driveway and discovered K face down in a pool of blood, making that "Hoo, hoo, hoo" sound. Praise God he was alive! I rang the door bell and C, a nurse, came out. I stayed with them until 911 arrived and now I'm (not so patiently) waiting to hear how K is. My guess is a concussion, some stitches in the gash above his eye, with possibly broken ribs and a broken nose.
Like I told Dad, I am thankful his line was busy this morning and that we were walking when we did. C never heard the fall. Thank you, Jesus, for nudging us to stop.
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