the fall

Sunday afternoon

 this guy and I 

set out to have one last golf cart ride 

before we had to turn it back in.

We had rented it for the whole weekend 

with its primary use being for 

Halloween night.

We parked the van at the golf cart rental place,

and commenced to begin walking to my brother's house

where the cart was parked.

Literally,

the first step onto the cart path,

Bubba tripped and fell onto the asphalt,

face down.

He hit hard and fast.

Bleeding from both of his knees,

his arm, and his head,

he was a mess.

He managed to get up and back to the van

where I doctored his wounds.

So far so good.

I convinced him to let me drive.

By the time we got back to the house,

He was in bad shape....

white as a sheet,

nauseous,

with a pain in his stomach

 that was quickly getting worse. 

The ambulance got here quickly.

They loaded him up in the pouring rain.

I followed in the van.

Many scans later,

we were told the diagnosis...

internal bleeding in the stomach area 

from a blood vessel tear.

He was admitted for observation

and possible surgery if the bleeding didn't stop,

We can't stop talking about the 

mercy and grace of God

 in this situation.

The scan yesterday morning showed that the bleeding had stopped

and he was discharged for home.

He is doing so well.

Lots of black and blue,

bruises,

a black eye,

and

soreness all over,

but nothing broken.

He wanted a steak tonight

and we went to Longhorn

where he graciously

 allowed me

 to take this picture of his 

black eye

that is getting worse as the minutes pass.

Scary times,

but the sweet grace of God

intervened.