Many of you know this story but for those of you who don't, I'll fill you in. Ever since I had my first child, I have had a fear of bridges. Not of heights, but of bridges. And not bridges over land. Just bridges over water.
At some point in Spence's early life, I found myself driving over a bridge and the thought occurred to me that if I were to somehow go OVER the bridge, how would I save young Spence? Me in the front seat, him in the back, strapped into his five point harness. How would I be able to get myself unbuckled, climb into the back, unbuckle him, break out the windows and swim safely to the top of the water?
FREAKS ME OUT.
This problem has only gotten worse as I have had more kids because now I am seriously hosed. Not only do I have to save one child, but three children, as well as myself. It's more than my little brain can handle so I try really hard not to think about it. Except that I do. EVERY SINGLE TIME I GO OVER A BRIDGE.
This past Saturday finds my family out on the river jet-skiing and boating with the Wrights. Brad was on the jet-ski and I was in the boat with all of my children and the Wrights when the boat broke down and we were stranded. After poor Roger tried everything he could to fix the boat to no avail, we found ourselves needing to drift to the boat launch in Kennewick where Brad, Samantha, Spence and Hannah would be waiting. They all left on the jet-ski and I stayed on board with Roger, Quentin and Sienna. When we finally made it to the boat launch, Brad and Sam tell us the horrifying story of their trip from Pasco to Kennewick. As Brad was heading over the blue bridge, pulling the jet-ski and with two of my three children inside, the accellerator on the van malfunctioned and got stuck in the full speed ahead position. Panicking, Brad slammed on the brakes which did absolutely nothing and then threw the gear into neutral, where he coasted off of the bridge and pulled to the side of the road.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT????? LITERALLY, MY WORST FEAR ALMOST CAME TRUE.
I started shaking listening to Brad tell us what happened and I kept thinking "would I have known what to do?" I know that his quick thinking saved all of their lives and I'm so, so grateful that he was behind the wheel instead of me.
Poor Brad has had two scary dreams about it since and I can't help my mind from going through all of the what-ifs. So, so scary.
The van is now at Lithia and we're waiting word on what went wrong. I'll let you know and tell you everything I've learned in case it ever happens to you.