September
Landon still playing football
Dan still working on land guideline
21 – Zac’s accident
9/24/02
Just thought I’d take a minute and write down my thoughts
and feelings of the past few days.
Saturday night at 8:50 p.m., Zac was involved in a car accident. We got a call a little before 9 o’clock and
it was Darrin Dawson. Landon answered
the phone, and I heard him say, “No, this is his son, Landon” – then I heard
him say, “Oh, Hi – how are you?” - then
I heard the tone of his voice change, and I looked over at him and he had this
horrified look on his face. I knew right
then that Zac had gotten in a car accident.
I grabbed the phone, and Darrin told me that Zac had been broad-sided over by Gary Weitziel’s house. (100 S. State Street
As we got closer, a calmer feeling came over me, and I knew that whatever the outcome – whether he was alive or dead, that everything would be alright. As we turned the corner by the Spring Chicken Inn, we could see a ton of flashing lights, and so many vehicles. We stopped in front of LaRue Waldron’s home, and ran down the street towards the accident. I ran up to Blaine Breshears (a cop) and grabbed him, an asked him if Zac was alive. He looked at me kind of surprised, and then reassured me that he was in fact alive, and had been talking to the EMT’s and that they were working to get him out of the car right now.
I looked over and I could see him in the car. I expected to see a lot of blood, but his blonde hair was beautifully shining through, and although he had a grimace of pain on his face as they were pulling him out onto the stretcher/body board – I was so thankful that he was alive, I almost could not believe it. I was expecting the very worst, because of the way Ambure’s and Tonya’s accidents had turned out. I immediately grabbed Rog’s cell phone, and called my mom and Roger’s mom. The first words out of my mouth were, “Zac’s been in an accident, but HE’S ALIVE !!”.
We were all pretty shook up, and as they were loading Zac into the ambulance, I reached over and touched his leg, and told him that me and Roger were here, and not to worry and that everything would be okay and that we loved him. I rode down in the front seat of the ambulance, and Rog and Landon followed behind.
As we pulled out, Austin Turner was driving, and he called on the radio and said they were transporting two victims toMcKay Dee
Hospital
He was complaining of his chest hurting really bad, and also his left ankle. They wanted to start and I-V, and although I didn’t’ know it at the time, he was telling them NO – that he didn’t want them to stick him with a needle. When Mary Alexander, the EMT that was trying to insert it asked me, “MOM, do we have your permission to insert and I-V” – I said of course, and I thought that was a little strange, but later found out it was because Zac was giving her a hassle about it. Zac swore (the F-bomb) when they stuck him, but other than that was pretty cooperative. He kept asking if C. J. was okay, as he could hear her hyperventilating beside him.
As we were rocketing 90 + mph down the freeway, I wished I could have let Roger know that things were looking okay, and that Zac didn’t seem to be in a life threatening situation. When we got to the hospital and they wheeled him into the E.R., he was really hurting in his chest, and was having a hard time breathing. We stood by his side, and held his hand. We told him we loved him, and that everything thing was going to be alright, and not to be scared. He was blinking back tears and gritting his teeth, and he wanted his dad right there beside him.
They cut off all of this clothing both in the car and in the ambulance, and he was mad about his brand-new Lucky’s !! ($70.00 pants) The doctor thought they were going to have to put in a chest tube, and so they ushered us out for a minute. They ended up NOT putting a chest tube in, but did put a catheter and another I-V line, and he didn’t think that was very fun at all. They took a bunch of x-rays, and determined that his ribs were broken and his lung was punctured, and that his lung was 20% collapsed. The puncture had allowed air to escape into his chest cavity, and this is what caused the collapse. Grandpa Lee Dickson gave him a blessing. The doctor wanted to watch him closely to see if he would stabilize, and so he was admitted to the hospital.
C. J. was banged and bruised up, but appeared okay until they took a urine sample and found blood. They x-rays were ordered, and she was found to have a torn spleen and bruised kidney. She was also admitted to the hospital for high observation. Zac stayed in the hospital all day Sunday and Monday, and we were able to bring him home Monday night about 6 p.m.
While in the hospital he had many visitors, and people who were very concerned for him called both at the hospital and at our home. Words can’t express the gratitude and thankfulness we have to our Heavenly Father for sparing Zac’s life. He and C. J. are so very lucky.
When Roger came home on Sunday and took a look at the car he was pretty shook up. When he called back to the hospital and talked to me his voice was shaking, and he said it was a miracle that they weren’t killed. The man who ran the stop sign atState Street
As of this day (Tuesday) we are trying to work with insurance people and lawyers, and who knows where it will all end up. I bet I have said “We are so lucky” about a jillion times – we are so fortunate, lucky, blessed, call it what you will. We have our boy and are looking around us with a thankful heart, and not planning a funeral. Thank you Lord !!
I grabbed the phone, and Darrin told me that Zac had been broad-sided over by Gary Weitziel’s house. (
As we got closer, a calmer feeling came over me, and I knew that whatever the outcome – whether he was alive or dead, that everything would be alright. As we turned the corner by the Spring Chicken Inn, we could see a ton of flashing lights, and so many vehicles. We stopped in front of LaRue Waldron’s home, and ran down the street towards the accident. I ran up to Blaine Breshears (a cop) and grabbed him, an asked him if Zac was alive. He looked at me kind of surprised, and then reassured me that he was in fact alive, and had been talking to the EMT’s and that they were working to get him out of the car right now.
I looked over and I could see him in the car. I expected to see a lot of blood, but his blonde hair was beautifully shining through, and although he had a grimace of pain on his face as they were pulling him out onto the stretcher/body board – I was so thankful that he was alive, I almost could not believe it. I was expecting the very worst, because of the way Ambure’s and Tonya’s accidents had turned out. I immediately grabbed Rog’s cell phone, and called my mom and Roger’s mom. The first words out of my mouth were, “Zac’s been in an accident, but HE’S ALIVE !!”.
We were all pretty shook up, and as they were loading Zac into the ambulance, I reached over and touched his leg, and told him that me and Roger were here, and not to worry and that everything would be okay and that we loved him. I rode down in the front seat of the ambulance, and Rog and Landon followed behind.
As we pulled out, Austin Turner was driving, and he called on the radio and said they were transporting two victims to
He was complaining of his chest hurting really bad, and also his left ankle. They wanted to start and I-V, and although I didn’t’ know it at the time, he was telling them NO – that he didn’t want them to stick him with a needle. When Mary Alexander, the EMT that was trying to insert it asked me, “MOM, do we have your permission to insert and I-V” – I said of course, and I thought that was a little strange, but later found out it was because Zac was giving her a hassle about it. Zac swore (the F-bomb) when they stuck him, but other than that was pretty cooperative. He kept asking if C. J. was okay, as he could hear her hyperventilating beside him.
As we were rocketing 90 + mph down the freeway, I wished I could have let Roger know that things were looking okay, and that Zac didn’t seem to be in a life threatening situation. When we got to the hospital and they wheeled him into the E.R., he was really hurting in his chest, and was having a hard time breathing. We stood by his side, and held his hand. We told him we loved him, and that everything thing was going to be alright, and not to be scared. He was blinking back tears and gritting his teeth, and he wanted his dad right there beside him.
They cut off all of this clothing both in the car and in the ambulance, and he was mad about his brand-new Lucky’s !! ($70.00 pants) The doctor thought they were going to have to put in a chest tube, and so they ushered us out for a minute. They ended up NOT putting a chest tube in, but did put a catheter and another I-V line, and he didn’t think that was very fun at all. They took a bunch of x-rays, and determined that his ribs were broken and his lung was punctured, and that his lung was 20% collapsed. The puncture had allowed air to escape into his chest cavity, and this is what caused the collapse. Grandpa Lee Dickson gave him a blessing. The doctor wanted to watch him closely to see if he would stabilize, and so he was admitted to the hospital.
C. J. was banged and bruised up, but appeared okay until they took a urine sample and found blood. They x-rays were ordered, and she was found to have a torn spleen and bruised kidney. She was also admitted to the hospital for high observation. Zac stayed in the hospital all day Sunday and Monday, and we were able to bring him home Monday night about 6 p.m.
While in the hospital he had many visitors, and people who were very concerned for him called both at the hospital and at our home. Words can’t express the gratitude and thankfulness we have to our Heavenly Father for sparing Zac’s life. He and C. J. are so very lucky.
When Roger came home on Sunday and took a look at the car he was pretty shook up. When he called back to the hospital and talked to me his voice was shaking, and he said it was a miracle that they weren’t killed. The man who ran the stop sign at
As of this day (Tuesday) we are trying to work with insurance people and lawyers, and who knows where it will all end up. I bet I have said “We are so lucky” about a jillion times – we are so fortunate, lucky, blessed, call it what you will. We have our boy and are looking around us with a thankful heart, and not planning a funeral. Thank you Lord !!
