God, it's becoming an epidemic.
On the way home from work, Tasha stopped at Save-A-Lot to pick up some taco shells. Apparently someone pulled out in front of her. She called Dad. Dad headed over. When mom called to see why he was late (around 1730) he said he was on the way and that Tasha had had an accident. I knew it was something bad. Could hear it in Mom's voice. Mom and I ate. Tasha called and talked to Mom. They prayed. Dad called.
It was a semi. The car seems to be totaled but Tasha is just cuts and bruises. God is obviously with us. Of all the days....
Always shine,
Monday, August 14, 2006
Tasha's Accident
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