by Melody Williams

Created on: March 06, 2009   Last Updated: March 07, 2009

Every year on Mother's day my mind wanders back to May 2002. It was my worst and best Mothers day. I was a working mom spending weekend days going to college through what the college calls the weekender program. As always, Since Mother's Day is on Sunday, I was a going to class.es for the day. My two sons(17 and 20 years old at the time) were home just hanging out. My husband, who was an EMT, was working on the ambulance at the local hospital.

Class was over for the day, and I couldn't wait to get home to spend time with my boys. As I stopped at the red light I saw two ambulance coming toward me with sirens blaring and lights flashing. For some reason I had an instant of my uncomfortable butterflies in my stomach. Why? I wondered, passing it off as silliness, I continued my twenty minute drive home. As I pulled into my driveway my brother-in-law came out of my house in tears.. I started to get that feeling in my stomach again, but this time it didn't go away. My brother-in-law ran to my car and stated that both of my sons were in a car accident and they had no information on their status. I jumped into my brother-in-laws passenger seat, and we sped back to the town I had just came from. The ambulances I had met, had had my sons in them. Not only that, but my husband was in one of them and had been one of the medics who first responded to the accident, not knowing it was his sons. He mechanically did everything he was supposed to as a medic, and upon arrival to the hospital, he went into a room alone and sobbed.

I arrived at the hospital and was told my sons were in two different rooms in the emergency room. I was shaking from fear so badly I couldn't even go to the rooms without someone holding me up and walking me there. Upon entry to the first room I saw my oldest son. He had been driving the vehicle. He was in fair shape, having bruised ribs and a concussion. I then went to the other sons room. He was the passenger. He was in and out of consciousness. He also had a concussion, and he had a broken bone in his lower hip. Both had several cuts and scratches, but they were going to be OK.

When we knew everything was OK, and both sons were admitted to the hospital, we left for home. We decided to stop at the garage that picked up the wrecked truck. I took one look at that truck and cried. I could do no more than thank God for sparing my sons. The truck had been wrapped around a tree. The passengers side was gone. The bolts on the seat had broken off and sent my son across the truck into his brother. Had that seat not broken, he would have been crushed. My oldest sons concussion was result of his brothers shoulder. The police who went to the scene said there is not a reason why those two boys survived the accident, let alone were home from the hospital in two days. I know there was a reason, and I thank God for allowing me to keep my sons and for giving them guardian angels.

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