DH was expected to reach my hometown to reunite with us before we go off for a family vacation this weekend, in about an hour's time. His call came in but it was not his usual call to report about his whereabouts. It was the most unwanted and dreaded call I wanted to receive.
'Accident. It's me, accident'. I remember everything infront of me just turned white and blank.
I remember me asking him where is he, is he ok and to reassure him that we will be right there. So many things ran through my head. But I had to stay calm. And I even forgotten how to pray and I just remembering thanking God it was DH who called me and not someone else (you know what I mean).
DH's car was hit by an express bus from behind and it pushed him further and hit another car infront. The impact must have been so strong it then threw his car to hit the divider on the right and then landed on the left lane.
My brother and I rushed to the police station as DH had left the accident scene with tow truck to lodge police report. When I reached and saw the severely wrecked car infront of the police station, I broke into tears. I was so grateful that my husband came out of this horrific accident alive! The damage was beyond my imagination!
DH escaped with cuts and bruises on his right arm and legs. It was not obvious immediately. But we took the advice and send him for a check up. The bruises started to show its garang-ness later last night and today.
But we don't mind that at all because it could have been worst!
God was really wonderful and merciful. Thank you Lord for your protection in times like this and sparing DH's life. It is a miracle he came out alive and it is from no one but You Lord. Thank you thank you and thank You that he lives to tell the story and Isabelle gets to see her Daddy alive, safe and sound.
Thank You Lord.