ANGELS IN ODD PLACES

Yesterday I met the family who may have saved my son’s life.

The daughter heard the car crash late that night. She roused her mother. They ran outside in their pajamas to his car.

Everyone who saw the car said the same thing. They all thought no one could have survived that crash.

The woman and her daughter sat with him while the dad called 911.

The mom stayed with son til the police and ambulance came. She couldn’t reach him–he was too entangled in the dashboard. The car was so badly crushed, he couldn’t move.

It was cold that night, in the teens. She gave him her coat to staunch the bleeding from his head wounds. She kept talking to him, trying to keep him from passing out or falling asleep. He was obviously in shock, and suffering from a concussion.

The first police officer on the scene waited with him til the ambulance came. “He was gentle and supportive,” the mom said.

If the daughter had not heard the crash, my son could have lain there for hours before someone found him. No one else heard it–all the other houses in the area remained dark and silent.

I know he is a man, all grown up, with a deep voice, a scowl for his out-of-it parents, with a job and an apartment, a whole life we know so little about.

In my mind’s eye, I still see that small child, solemn one moment, giggling with laughter and joy the next. In his purple snowsuit, wearing the purple hat I knit for him, pulling his beloved wagon and carrying his stuffed dog.

I asked him if he remembered her. He said no. He’s too embarrassed to meet her. Someday, he may feel differently.

In the following weeks, the mom and daughter gathered up the detritus from the crash–broken mirrors, pieces of metal–that the clean-up crew overlooked. They didn’t want anyone else to be injured by sharp glass and metal. They also found some CDs, some computer games, a hacky-sack or two. They gathered these in a box, and called our home a few days ago to let us know we could pick them up.

“We’re in the big house right across the street from where it happened,” she said on the phone. “You can’t miss us.”

My husband had been to the site, taking pictures of the skid marks, the road, later the car at the tow garage. I hadn’t been to the site. It was hard to look at that deep drop-off from the road, the gash in the tree, the scrape on the telephone pole.

I remembered the photos my husband had taken of the car. I remember not being able to take my eyes off those images. They were horrible.

The mom and dad came to the door to greet us. I thanked her. It was nothing, she said. She simply did what anybody would have done–taken care of a stranger, a young man in need.

She’d been in a bad accident once. She’d fallen asleep on her way home, and woke up to confusion and pain. But she was not as fortunate. No one heard her car crash. She’d made her way, slowly and painfully, to a nearby house. They wouldn’t let her in. They made her wait in the driveway while they phoned the police. She remembers how that felt–in the dark, in the cold, in pain, waiting. She said she couldn’t let that happen to someone else.

I was thinking, so it’s NOT what anyone else would have done.

I took them some of my jewelry as a small token of gratitude. I told her how grateful we were, that she had been kind to my son. We hugged, and went back home.

I had a chance to meet the police officer, too, at the emergency room. He was gentle and kind. We met again at the police station a few weeks later. He did his job, but without the need to heap further humiliation on top of my son. I shook his hand. I told him it had been a very difficult night, and he had made it a little easier with his kindness.

It was nothing, he said.

It was everything, I said.

I thought of the police lieutenant in Ann Arbor, the one who listened to me when I called asking for help, for guidance when we found out our daughter’s fiance was a potentially dangerous person. She couldn’t offer much as a police officer, she said. But as a mother, she had a lot to give.

We spoke to her many times over the next few weeks. In our trips out to Michigan to be with our daughter, we got to meet her. A wonderful, intelligent, thoughtful woman, she was one of countless remarkable souls who were with us in our hour(s) of need.

Her email address said “Angela”, and as I got up to leave after our visit, I called her that.

She laughed. “It’s ‘Angela’ here in the department,” she said.

“But my real name is Angel.”

Of course it is, I thought.

Of course it is.

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11 responses to “ANGELS IN ODD PLACES

  1. the things we do for each other are never “nothing”…I am glad you were connected with people who care. what a great example for the rest of up to follow.
    Steve

  2. A timely message, Luann, as I was feeling a lot of collective guilt today after viewing The Sunday Morning Show on CBS-(how much there remains to be done in the wake of the earthquake and tsunami in Japan; how the majority of the worlds population goes without much needed pain medication (not the US) due to the war on drugs…and so on.) Your post reminds us that there is much we can do as individuals to positively affect any given situation on a daily basis. Life brings us so many challenges but we can take turns being “angels” by offering support and comfort. I’m glad for your positive outcome and commend you for sharing.

  3. I’m so glad you shared this. Your story encourages me to care for people who God places before me, even if I don’t know them. And to know that there are “angels” all around.
    I’m sad about your son’s accident, but glad for the people who helped. My daughter is a police officer, and she works hard to be compassionate and caring when the need arises.
    Bless you Luann!

  4. What a wonderful, human story; it restores my faith in the world. I am so glad your son is ok. As the mother of adult children I know that in our eyes they are always those little kids in purple snowsuits.

  5. Tanya

    I opened my mail today to a message from an angel.You too are one as you share your stories and your self.
    Love and Hugs to you and your family.
    Tanya

  6. I am so glad that your children are OK. it has been a rough winter for you. I hope that spring brings better things for you and your family. It is so nice that you could share your jewelry with those who helped you. I am sure they will treasure the piece(s).

  7. thanks for sharing this beautiful story… Truckers stopped and put out the fire that was engulfing my son’s car when he was rear-ended by a drunk going 90+mph on I-95 near Baltimore on Dec 21, 2011..Never knew their names but they saved my son from a horrible death… I , too am grateful and give thanks for ANGELS!

  8. Cara

    Luann – thank you for sharing. As you learn and struggle I seem to learn and struggle along with you. If I could give you a hug, I would.

  9. Luann beautiful a story,and what a blessing! I was just looking at your site today to see what you’re doing, and found this blog.

  10. I’m so glad he’s okay!

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