Never get in a fight with a moving car.

Good news and Bad news. . .



The good news is: We had a family get-together yesterday and today.

The bad news: it took this to get us together:



(warning: if you are squeamish, you may want to avert your eyes now.)

Jason was riding his bike to Grandpa's farm in Eagar when he got hit by a car! We don't know all the details about how exactly it happened. Jason doesn't remember anything about it. He remembers being on his bike and then being in the Ambulance.

According to the policeman who was on site, There were 2 cars going down the road by the golf course in Eagar. Jason was riding on the side of the road (the shoulders are very thin). The first car went around Jason, leaving plenty of clearance. Jason must have assumed that there was only one car because he then swerved into the road, hitting the second car with his front tire
(or the car hit him.) A witness said he flew about 20 feet before finally hitting the ground.

Well, lucky Jason got to take his first helicopter ride all the way down to Scottsdale. After some x-rays and a CAT Scan the damage only consisted of a cracked rib, a small bubble in his lung, a chipped tooth, and some serious cuts, scrapes, bruises and road rash. He is doing well, and should be able to go home tomorrow.

What a great way to get our family together ( I hope you can sense the oozing sarcasm).

I keep thinking that if we would just communicate better on our own, Heavenly Father would have to force us to call each other by having something like this happen ;)

Here are Jason's visitors the first night. This picture cracks me up. We are all posing like it is a happy moment as poor Jason lies broken in his bed. Ah, memories.

(BTW,Ted was taking the picture)

A few random shots

(back row)Chris, Mom, Dad, Aimee, Jesse, Marie, and Jeni

Marie, Jesse, Chris, Aimee, and Dad

Ted, Dad and Jason


Heidi came the second day.

And cute little Ryan got to go today too to see his uncle. He kept us all entertained.

I am thankful to Heavenly Father for watching over Jason. Not many people can get hit by a car and live to tell about it. Even fewer walk away with no broken bones.

Jason, we love you. I hope you have a speedy recovery.