Addison's Accident

So, as I am sure that you have heard the latest news regarding our safe trip home, Grace’s bunnies, and stuff like that from my mom and Addison…. I am going to use this opportunity to tell you something that I know you haven’t heard…

Well, as my mom had prophesied, my brother has had an accident on Thursday… on a (shocker) motorbike…

Even though I was not witnessing the crash, I have heard that it was”beautiful”. On our way back from school, since my dad had picked us up, we stopped by a friend’s place (You know, the one who Addison says is awesome) so that Addison could try out a motorbike that the man had just bought. As soon as he had gotten into his gear, he started puttering around the track, while I did homework in the car.  ( it was biology homework due the next day) One of my dad’s coworkers who was visiting from the U.S. and had come along in order to see the motorbike place, soon came running towards me, and asked my breathlessly if I had any idea about what had happened…. Of course, I had no idea, so I asked, and heard the news…

There was something wrong with his right hand (they had no idea what) and his left arm seemed to be dislocated and his wrist had something wrong with it as well….

I ran toward the site of the accident and saw Addison hobbling along with Dad and one of our friend’s workers supporting him. They placed him in the car, him groaning all the while, while Dad went to ask our friend where he should take Addison.

About 20 minutes later, we were on our way to Arusha X-ray clinic, bumping along to the background of Addison’s groaning as we hit each bump. When we reached our destination, I stayed with Add in the x-ray room while Dad made some calls. Of course, my purpose was to encourage him, but I think it was the opposite; I kept on crying, praying, etc. while he told me not to worry, although of course he took the offer of prayer gratefully.  Of course, I did have a good reason for crying; he was groaning, and showing signs of agony, as the technicians made him move his arms in order to x-ray them. I couldn’t bear it, and struggled to speak so I could pray with the tears coursing down my cheeks. We checked out the x-rays at the center and could clearly see the break in Add’s arm, something wrong with his left wrist, but nothing visibly wrong with his right. While, I had been in the room with Add, my dad had figured out that we needed to go to a doctor’s house immediately and then to the air-evacuation pilot’s house in order to pick up a vacuum cast. At about 10:40 at night, we finally pulled into our driveway…. As soon as we had eaten dinner, we decided that Addison and dad would take the plane to Nairobi early the next morning where He would have to get surgery…. So know, we are waiting to hear the news… Please pray hard!