That Night and Ms. Parker... As promised, I am going t omake no changes to this blog post from a grammatical, and spelling perspective. And it shouldbe vey fitting as this is how my life changed. In a VW Van, in a night and in a bed. racey sounding isn't it?
Well unfortunately for you it's not. Back when I was about ten years old in late November we were on the way home from hockey practice in Westerville, Ohio at he old Ice Chalet, for those of you who may remember. It was about 10:30 at night, my sister had had figure skating practice that evening woile I had been on the second sheet of ice with the hockey team. The 45 minuite home was uneventful until we came to our last stop sign, literally across the road from our 26 acre farm. Right now as I sit here a gazillion years later, I can still see the side lights of a semi truck passing in front of us, that burnt orange color traveling from my right to my left, can also feel the impact as our VW Van hit the side of this semi, now we are spinningcounterclockwise. The frumping sound of metal on metal in my mind, then everything stops. Having been stretched out n the back seat of the van, still decked out in my hockey gear, now I see my sister and Mom hanging out of the car by their seat belts. Ya see the front of the car had literally been ripped off, like the top of a tin can of beans. I get out of the car to help them out and then, and really I mean right now, because I can see this in my minds eye as I sit here sharing this with you, I see the headlights of the car traveling beind the truck swerve. The next few minutes or seconds, never sure which it could be is lost for ever, buried in my subconscious, cause that vehicle, going about 55 MPH hits me. Thaaawack! SO now, my ten year old eyes feel the bllod of my mothers facial cuts dripping down onto mine as a guttural scream-cry comes from her throt as she leans over the top of me.
That moment changed my life. No kidding right? I can fill you in on the rest later but that moment changed my life for the good. God came to me that evening in the form of an 18 wheeler. Ya know, like the Native American's giving the spirits animal shapes. Mine was a truck.
So for the next six months, I was a very cptive audience, having been intraction in the hospital, then ina cast up to my hips at home nursing a broken femer and a bunch of other cuts and stuff. My Mom and sister made it through with some relatively minor injusrues btw. Anyway as I transitioned home to lay there starting at the ceiling, in saunters young Ms. Parker to tutor me. All I can remener is her long blond hair, short skitsr and well endowed nature. Good job Mom and Dad, you got my attention! Tell you what, if I didn't want to read before, this specimen changed my minid. And read we did. For the next five months. The first book I remember us reading together was actually a hockey book (just bought it on ebay) "Porko vonPopbutton" and amazing tale about a kid who goes off to school and becomes a hockey star. That night, that truck, Miss Parker all helped me develop a tool box that would assist me with breaking the dyslexic code. And I thank all of you for that!