Andrew Smith

Here is the sister in law again doing the task, duty, whatever you want to call it, of writing about her brothers' in-law accidents.  No one family ever expects to go through these experiences even once in their life, unless they're pessimistic; and twice in a year seems utterly unthinkable.  Yet it happened.  And you all want to know about it-- we believe because you truly care.  We feel that, deeply.  


The morning after Labor Day, soon-to-be 15 year old Andrew had just left his parents' Vinewood Ave home on his bike to school when a large commercial two-axle truck hit him. The truck was going 45mph, the driver facing a blinding morning sun, and he failed to see the boy on the bike when he crested the rise in the road.  He immediately stopped when he realized what happened; either he or another witness found Andrew and asked him for his parent's number.  Andrew was able to answer, although he really had no recollection of what had just happened to him.  A Livingston church brother, who is with the FD, called Dad with the news... 


Andrew's cousin David had been waiting and waiting for him to arrive; they liked to bike together.  He'd been calling Andrew's phone, and thought it strange that he wasn't answering.  David finally left without him.  


Now it's been over a week.  Dad and Mom have continued on staying at the hospital with their son, and it's not been the cheerful-est.  Granted, there is enough hope and love to go around, yet it doesn't change these facts: being days in a hospital isn't fun, the young daughter at home is missing mom and big sis who had her first day of teaching ever the day of the accident, it's almond harvest time, and more could be said.  But it's not all rain clouds!  (I mean, this is California.)  People have shown so much care and concern, prayers are being prayed, and like the song Mom recently mentioned: "How many miracles do you need from me?" No one died, no one even has any life crippling infirmities.  God loves so much.