We were doing some circles when I decided to swing the other way to the right but as we did we hit a pothole. The dune buggy slowly flipped over, as it did I instinctively reached out to my son with my right arm; but, made the fatal mistake of letting go of the steering wheel with my left arm and reached out to the ground. I was totally shocked as I felt this bone-crunching pain immediately shoot up from my wrist. I never let any expletives out but immediately thanked God for the pain. I looked at it. It was not the usual way arms look but it looked like a broken pretzel. I knew if I went into shock there wouldn't be anyone around to help my son who was already hysterical. I reached over to him & told him everything was going to be alright. For the first time in my life I called for "help" and really meant it. I was pinned with my left arm and couldn't get the dune buggy off its side. I undid his harness with my right, consoling him as I did. I prayed someone would come & as if out of nowhere 3 boys appeared. They just so happened to have seen the mishap. I praised God. They lifted the dune buggy's chassis off my wrist. I asked if anyone of them could drive a standard truck. No one knew how. I asked if they could unhitch the trailer which they quickly undid as I directed them. I tried holding my broken arm - which looked like a broken wing - in towards me while I took my helmet off. I felt like fainting but I knew if I did I wouldn't be waking up. I thanked the boys for their help & got into the truck because I knew if I had to wait for an ambulance it would be hours before they got there. I knew I was not going to be able to drive all way so opted to make it to a friend's house I knew lived about a couple of miles. Those miles felt like a hundred as I put the standard into gear & opted for second gear because at least I could drive fast enough but slow enough if I passed out we wouldn't be hurt in another crash. Every little bump sent jolts of pain to my head. Good thing Greg still had his helmet on I thought. I was ashen white by the time we got to my friend's Joe. I rang his door-bell. He answered, told me any later & he would have been gone to work.
We left my boy with his daughter while he drove me to the hospital. Within minutes I was put on a Medi-Vac plane toward Winnipeg, Manitoba. I was never so grateful to God for all the people being there at the right time at the right place. However for me it was a test of my faith because not once did I swear or blame God for the situation. I praise Him more because less than 3 months later I was out of the cast.
Isaiah 35:4 "Say to those with anxious heart , "Take courage, fear not. Behold your God will come with a vengeance; the recompense of God will come. But He will save you."
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