On Thursday, April 19th, Jake was outside playing with friends and riding his bike. His chain had fallen off, and I told him since soccer games were starting at the park and the roads were getting crazy that he should just put the bike away and play on the tramp. Well a little while later our neighbor came over and said that Jake had been hit by a car (Jake had taken his bike and parked it, and then got Ellie's bike out to ride). When I looked out all I could see is a mangled bike and a shoe in the road. I yelled for Elena to wake dad and tell him Jake had been hit by a car and I took off running over to find my boy. He was on the side of the road crying. He told me that he was riding around the neighbors truck which was blocking the sidewalk, and saw this car about to hit him but he could not get out of the road, and that she did not see him and she hit him. She hit him so hard it tossed him into the air (probably about 6 or so feet) knocked his shoe off of him, which I'm told flew even higher in the air, and her car went up over the bike. Our neighbor told us they think she was probably going at least 30 miles an hour (in a 25mph zone). Ray and I quickly scooped up Jake and took him to the Emergency Room in Brigham City where they did some Ex-Rays and checked him over pretty good. We were told that he had NO broken bones, and no major damage but just small scrapes and bruises on his body. The doctor told us that our boy was pretty dang lucky that he was not injured more. Jake told the ER nurse that he thinks his grandma's were "pretecting" him from Heaven. I am so thankful that he was not hurt worse. I am feeling pretty blessed to have my boy up and walking and doing so well. I think sometimes we take life for granted by getting caught up in the simple little daily tasks that leave us feeling frustrated or overwhelmed. I think from now on I am going to hug my boy tighter and kiss him longer, and forget about the little things that can get annoying. Jake was so cute while he was laying in the hospital bed in the ER he looked up at the nurse, and in this timid little voice said "has anyone ever died in this bed?" the Nurse replied nope I don't think so, and my boy then relied "oh good". Guess he realized right then he would live. :) I imagine that Jake's Grandmas will spend lots of time "pretecting" him from heaven during his life, he is ALL boy, and loves danger. We have been blessed with many phone calls wishing him well, several people have left him balloons, Popsicles, cookies, and his school class made him a bunch of get better cards. It sure has made him feel pretty special and extra loved.
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