Hoytman
02-05-2014, 03:10 PM
My parents live next to a church and the two lots converge on a nice sized little hill that's perfect for little kids to sled ride on. Not too small, but not too big either.
My son and I had just walked over to the parking lot of the church, my son was just walking back up the hill from his first trip down, when I glanced over and notice my dad walking down the lane. About the time I saw him, I glanced back at my son walking up the hill, then back at my dad when ...BAM...Dad hit the ground like a plow truck had just hit him. I mean when he fell he was straight as a stick and it was like he'd been bodyslammed or something. His feet actually flew up in the air as he hit the ground...like he was trying to do a back flip or something.
I yelled out to my son, "Dad just fell", and I began running towards him while simultaneously removing my cell phone from my pocket. I had to run down a hill, then back up another and across the yard to reach him at the lane. As I was running I had dialed 91...and was just about to finish the 911 dial and call as I approached him full bore when I heard him yelling (he heard me coming), "I'm ok...I'm ok...I've done checking things out and I'm ok...just help me get up".
Friends, let me tell you. My knees were knockin'. My dad's a big guy and I knew just how hard he had hit. Even as I type this I can see his head dip below his chest as he hit the ground. My heart sank because I just knew he had busted the back of his head open and was out cold from hitting the ground so hard.
Somehow...actually by the grace of God...he never hit his head, wasn't hurting anywhere, and only needed help getting up. I still can't believe it...I just knew he was out cold and possibly hemorraging from such a devastating blow. I'm talking Louisville slugger to the head and lights out my man...and he never even touched the ground with his head. Popped his back a little, but he said it wasn't hurting.
He's resting comfortably in his easy chair at the moment.
Thank you Jesus!!!
My son and I had just walked over to the parking lot of the church, my son was just walking back up the hill from his first trip down, when I glanced over and notice my dad walking down the lane. About the time I saw him, I glanced back at my son walking up the hill, then back at my dad when ...BAM...Dad hit the ground like a plow truck had just hit him. I mean when he fell he was straight as a stick and it was like he'd been bodyslammed or something. His feet actually flew up in the air as he hit the ground...like he was trying to do a back flip or something.
I yelled out to my son, "Dad just fell", and I began running towards him while simultaneously removing my cell phone from my pocket. I had to run down a hill, then back up another and across the yard to reach him at the lane. As I was running I had dialed 91...and was just about to finish the 911 dial and call as I approached him full bore when I heard him yelling (he heard me coming), "I'm ok...I'm ok...I've done checking things out and I'm ok...just help me get up".
Friends, let me tell you. My knees were knockin'. My dad's a big guy and I knew just how hard he had hit. Even as I type this I can see his head dip below his chest as he hit the ground. My heart sank because I just knew he had busted the back of his head open and was out cold from hitting the ground so hard.
Somehow...actually by the grace of God...he never hit his head, wasn't hurting anywhere, and only needed help getting up. I still can't believe it...I just knew he was out cold and possibly hemorraging from such a devastating blow. I'm talking Louisville slugger to the head and lights out my man...and he never even touched the ground with his head. Popped his back a little, but he said it wasn't hurting.
He's resting comfortably in his easy chair at the moment.
Thank you Jesus!!!