You Just Never Know

Life is fragile. It is something I’m keenly aware of, and my thoughts for the past few nights have been on my brother, who had a close brush with death this last weekend.

He was in an accident involving multiple cars and two tractor trailers, of which he was driving one. His rig caught fire and he was trapped inside, unable to get out either door as flames were pulled into the cab. He managed to escape just moments before it was consumed in flames by smashing the windshield with his fists and pulling himself clear, yet he suffered second and third degree burns to his hands, arms, and head.

A photo of the truck showed nothing left of the cab. I had called to check on him, but left a message on his voice mail when it picked up. I realized afterwards that it had gone up in the fire along with everything else.

Several people ended up needing medical care, and I hope they are well. State police are suggesting he may have contributed in part to it, but apparently there were some witnesses who suggest another motorists may caused it or contributed to it.

I’m awaiting news of how his visit with a burn specialist goes, as I have conflicting reports of what the situation is. I spoke with him on the phone and he dismissed the injuries as nothing, but I know how he is. He could have a butcher knife stuck in his thigh and he would laugh about it before he would give anyone cause to worry, especially his daughter. My sister spoke with his girlfriend and I’m not sure if the word I received (passed through other family members) was exaggerated or not, but there is concern.

Apparently the burn specialist he saw said he never should have been released from the hospital due to the severity of his injuries, and there is a risk that he could lose his hands.

I have been sick to my stomach since hearing that last night, and am dreading calling this evening.