Peter's Bike Accident
It's always the fear of every mother getting that phone call from a child saying that they were in an accident. On Friday I saw that Peter was calling and I picked up the phone only to faintly hear him say: bike...fell...ouch. He could hardly speak and as I was asking him questions, I could hear an adult in the background doing what I couldn't do. I was immediately grateful and comforted. We hung up the phone and I went to work asking around to lots of dentist friends about possible contacts in SLC. After an ER visit, escorted by his two good friends, Peter was cleared of any fractures, but his mouth is still a mess. I was fortunate enough to find him a dentist (with the help of a dear friend) only 7 min from his dorm and they were able to squeeze him in on Monday. Lots of people have stepped in to help him by picking up his bike, taking him to the ER, bringing him soft foods he can eat, giving him rides, and praying for him. I am so grateful for good people who step in to help when I can't.
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