The Car

This week, my life seems to have been consumed by the details of Charlie's life, and I am very grateful to be able to say that. Yesterday, I was able to go remove his personal belongings from his vehicle. This is the first time any of the family has seen what is left of his car. The towing service was very gracious and stayed open a little late so I could get there. After we took care of all the paperwork, I was told to brace myself before looking at the vehicle. I had seen the picture in the paper, so I thought I was somewhat prepared for what I would find. Let me state here and now that there is NO WAY Charlie should still even be alive. If that boy wasn't as thin as a rail, there is no way he could have survived, and I am sure that the only way he did was that the Lord was protecting him. I did not even try to go around to the driver's side of the vehicle, there would have been no point. How any human being could have been in the space left is beyond me. I think the Lord watched over me too as I removed Charlie's stuff; the sight of his car should have been overwhelming. I am a bit of a crybaby as it is, and this definitely should have sent me over the edge. How grateful I am for a Heavenly Father who loves and watches over his children. If I was grateful for Charlie's safety and surprised at how minor his injuries were before, I am now in awe.