The Car

Here are a few pictures of Ryan and Sharaya's car. (Thank you 'Lena!) If you didn't have a chance to read my last post, he was in a car accident on Wednesday. He fell asleep while driving on the freeway, drove off the side of an overpass (a grassy area, just before the guardrail of the bridge) and rolled a few times.

Sharaya woke up Wednesday morning and when she realized he wasn't home she called him. He answered and apologized that he had fallen asleep at his friends and that he was getting ready to leave. (A conversation he doesn't remember having.) Sharaya fell back asleep and when she woke up an hour later, he still wasn't home. It should have only taken him a few minutes.

She called M and he said Ryan had left right after she spoke with him. Sharaya kept calling his cell phone and it just rang and rang. Ryan remembers feeling it vibrate when he was in the ambulance and tried to tell them that his wife was expecting him. Course, now he doesn't know exactly how coherent he was at the time and if they even understood him.

In the meantime, Sharaya's still at home, wondering where he was. Finally her phone rang. It was a social worker from the hospital. "We just want to let you know that Ryan is here and he's going to be okay."

"What? Who is this? Where are you calling from?"

Sharaya said they talked to her like she had already known about the accident. She said there was no preparing her or anything. Just matter-of-fact details. We thought that was a little strange. Anyway, he IS okay. Swelling from the air bags, bruising from the seat belt, but that's all. It's a miracle he didn't break any bones.

It's a miracle he's alive.