So this past weekend I thought I would relax. I decided that Kolbie and I would go and do a little shopping so we did on Saturday. Very fun. I didn't get to do everything I wanted to on Saturday so we thought we would go back out on Sunday. Just as I was going to walk out the door I got a call on my cell. Didn't recognize the number so I started not to answer it but did anyway. It was Boyd Johnson. As soon as I heard his voice I knew. He said Bruce had went down on their ride over in Greenville. He had hit a cat and took a gainer over the handle bars. The ambulance was on their way and he would be going to Greenville Memorial. I was not panicing yet because I had Kolbie with me and really didn't want to scare Bruce. My first reaction was "How am I gonna get there without calling Bruce's mom." I didn't want to alarm her but I knew that my little red car may not make it. (If you know us you know we don't like car payments and I drive a little old car that gets me to work and home). I called his mom and she gladly took me over there. Lucky for him he had several contusions and abrasions and a cervical strain. Thanks to Bell Helmets for being a sponsor of the team because without it he probably wouldn't be here today. The bad bad bad part was that we had to sit at the hospital for HOURS. Kolbie started getting restless and I was starving. I kept thinking "I sure hope we don't come home with a virus or the flu". Bruce's nutrition coach came over to check on him. That was super. He was very nice.
The Lord was watching over him and us once again. Hope this weekend is a little more relaxing.
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