Prayers.

Tonight started out as a great night. One that you remember because it was just so cute - everything worked out perfectly and you go home happier than you left. Going home was where we hit our hiccup.

We started the night going to one of my favorite restaurants - Stir Crazy. We brought along our neighbor (I knew she loved SC as much as I do) and her son Ethan. The babies behaved well during dinner - Eddie ate all of his broccoli and brown rice. Ethan consumed more puffs than I knew possible....I mean, seriously, this kid can puff-eat you under the table. After dinner, we went and surprised one of my most favorite people in the world, Julie, at work. I bought a cute new shirt. As we drove home, Eddie was HYSTERICAL in his car seat, but eventually calmed down and went to sleep. (let me say here that Eddie is safe and sound - nothing happened to my sweet boy)
Frank was writing 'I love you' on my leg. We were driving to Dairy Queen and talking about just how delicious their butterscotch was. We debated on hard vs. their creamy butterscotch and if there are any candies out there that could replicate this. I was reading Perez Hilton on my phone. Then, suddenly, Frank slammed on the breaks.

I look up and see a deer lying in the road, still twitching but obviously dying. A couple feet away, there is a scooter. On the other side of the road, laying on their side, is a person. I jump out (against Frank's wishes as the dear was trying to get up) and run to the girl. Her boyfriend has just gotten on the phone with 911. I know I need to do 2 things: keep her conscious and keep her still. THANK GOD she had on a full helmet with visor, a full jacket, corduroy pants and closed toe shoes. That helmet probably saved her life. In the course of about 10 minutes, I knew as much as I could ask about this girl. Her name (Jen). Her address. Phone number. Favorite color (blue). Dog's name. Birthday. Age (23). Where she worked (local animal hospital). She wore a small ring on her left ring finger - a small blue stone with small diamonds on either side. She was so scared. She had trouble remembering her birthday and what day it was. She didn't remember anything about her day. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. Her boyfriend (fiance?) finally sat down and was still on the phone with 911. His hand was probably broken and bloody, but he was far more stable than Jen, so I let him be and just worried about her. She was having back, neck and head pain. She lost one shoe and Frank said her ankle didn't look good. She was trying to heave into her helmet. It felt like forever for the ambulance to get there....she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. The ambulance finally got there and they got her onto a back board. She passed out. They took her helmet off to prep her to intibate and then they rolled her away and into the ambulance.
As they were getting Jen set, I started talking to the fiance - Dan. His adrenaline started to wear off and he was having hip pain, starting to feel the pain in his hand and fingers and was seeing stars from his left eye. He filled in the details - they hit the deer going 45, head on. He thought he skidded on his back, she landed on her head (the damage on her helmet showed impact and skidding on it). They were going to Rochelle, to Jen's favorite restaurant. She was having a bad day, he was trying to cheer her up.

The police praised me for helping. They said I was a good Samaritan. That was when I looked around - Frank gave me a wave from the service road. No one else was stopped. Anyone that came up to check that we had the situation under control....they left. And all I could think was how could anyone leave this girl laying in the road? HOW COULD YOU LEAVE? Her name is Jen. She has a house, a dog, a fiance, a good job and she is LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. And for some people, that wasn't enough to stop, and that makes me sick to my stomach.

I pray to the grace of God that she is okay. She is all I can think about. If you've read this far, thank you. When we got home, I just needed to write. I needed to get this out...and I appreciate if you've read my thoughts. I hope that getting this out will allow me to sleep tonight, but right now all I want to know is that she is okay.
-maggie