Cherishing My Loved Ones

If you all follow me on Instagram, I'm sure you are aware what happened last night.

Yes, that is me hanging over the side of my brother's hospital bed and snapping a picture as he was laughing because he was a little drugged up.

So here's what went down:

My brother doesn't go to the gym with me. He likes his alone time at the gym and I completely understand because I am the same way. I had gone to the gym earlier and had come home. By the time I got home, my brother had already left himself to go to the gym.

My mom and I had just gotten back from the grocery store and I had gotten in the shower. As I was coming out, all I heard from my mom as she was frantically running around grabbing things was "CAR ACCIDENT. QUIN (my brother's name). AMBULANCE. HOSPITAL. GOTTA GO. NOW." 

With that, my parents fled the house and I was left to wonder what the hell was going on. I've never felt so scared in my entire life. The unknown is a seriously terrifying thing. I had a complete and utter meltdown. I was imagining what my life would be without my brother. I lost it.

Eventually, my dad had come back to pick me up. My Twitter page was buzzing with people talking about this huge accident on the main road in my town, and many of them saying that they were praying for the people in the crash. This scared me out of my wits because at this time I had no idea about the extent of the injuries inflicted upon my brother or the two drivers that were also in the crash.

My dad explained to me this: There were two female drivers in the other car. On the main road in my town, their light turned red as my brother was prepared to turn left. He had gotten the green arrow and was beginning to turn, but the driver in the other car decided to run the red and smashed head-on into my brother. 

The car was destroyed. As my dad and I drove past the scene of the accident, there was so much traffic, blaring lights from nearly half the police coming to the scene, another ambulance, and the two cars which were annihilated to shreds. But I don't even care about the car. I was adamant on getting to my brother.

We drove to the hospital, all the while my heart was beating like a maniac. I couldn't wait to walk into his room and see him for myself. When I got in there, I couldn't hold back my tears. He was bruised everywhere and he could barely keep his eyes open. But he was okay. I have never felt more relieved in my entire life. I wanted to jump up and down with joy but sit down and cry at the same time.

After a long night at the hospital, we left. His clavicle is popped out of place and he has some pretty bad whiplash, but ultimately he is alive and doing well. He is resting and nurse Brittany is here to take care of him.

Up until this experience, I always thought nothing bad could happen to me, that God wouldn't dare take someone as innocent as my brother away from me. But sometimes bad things happen to good people. I am so grateful that my brother is alive.

Please cherish your loved ones ALWAYS because you never know when they could be taken away from you. And BE SAFE WHILE DRIVING. 

Have a great day everyone. :)

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