...So, my brother got hit by a car...
 

True story. I came home today to my sister telling me my brother got hit by a car (She usually jokes with about this stuff, so I didn't really believe her at first). Apparently she talked to him on the phone, and he sounded fine. Later, my mom called us, which is when I learned he was at the Emergency Room not too long ago, but fortunately the worst he suffered were some scratches on his chest and bruises on his legs and chest. I know this, because he's with my mom right now getting us 'Happy Panda' food (Huzza! Foods! :p ). But suffice to say, he'll be a tad sore in the morning.

I didn't get too much info about the driver, but I know that it was a woman driving a rental car, and we got her phone number/plate ID, meaning it wasn't a hit and run (thank goodness). Apparently, the womans insurance is going to pay for everything, so I doubt we'll be doing any suing or anything of that sort.

Anyone else understand what it's like to hear that one of your kin has been damaged?

Yeah, my brother has had incidents with cars several times in the past. Every time, he was almost killed.
I know how that is.

My dad had a really bad car accident in 2001. He was on his way to a golf game with a friend and on a crossroads with no trafic lights, only a stop sign, he stopped to check if noone was coming and started accelerating.
He was almost on the other side when a car appears out of nowhere and crashes hard on the back right part of my dad's car. Their car is badly damaged but they are fine (a man and woman). My dad's car, under the impact, spins and slams agains the wall of the building in the corner.
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I was at home probably watching TV when he called. My mom picked up the phone and little by little her face contorts into a look of fear and terror while she talks to him. She slowly puts down the phone and tells us to put on our jackets because we're going to <the place where my dad was supposed to play golf>.
Me and my brother were like "Why? What happened? What's wrong?...". It's a horrible feeling when you know something's really wrong but you don't know what it is exactly... In the car my mum told us as calmly as she could that "dad has had an accident and we're going to see him in the hospital"...
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When we got there they wouldn't leet us in for a long time and when they finally did, I got to see my father lying in the emergency room, his face all cut and bloody. We found out later that he had broken two of his vertabrae (in his neck) and that he was extremely lucky that they were the ones that they were. Any others and he could have been permenantly paralyzed from the neck down.
His friend was also severly injured: he had internal bleeding and they had to rush him to another hospuital to remove one of his organs... I can't and don't want to remember which.
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After an operation in which they fixed a metallic cage filled with a chunk of bone from his thigh and more than a year of physiotherapy, my dad is as good as new. The only visible scars are the ones on his face which he is having treated and don't show so much anymore.

I don't know if it counts as "damaged" but I'll never forget when they told me that my older brother had cancer. I think other than that, I don't think there's been anything serious.

My surrogate sister was killed by a woman who was on more drugs than I can even count on one hand, both legal and illegal (Crystal Meth being one of them).

So, yeah, I'd say I do know the feeling.

She wasn't blood but it was about as close as it got.

I'm just happy that the woman's going to be in prison for over a decade. I'd prefer it be for life, but I'm also just a little biased.

I woke up one morning when I was about 10 years old, getting myself prepared to go to school, when my mom told me that my dad had just had a car accident while going to the convenient store to get some milk and his daily news paper. I was in shock and I was wondering if he was okay...my mom said that he just called from his cell phone and that he was okay. My dad had hit an ice patch while going downhill and the car just spun uncontrolably to finally end up on it's back. It was the only car we owned, so my dad came back by ambulance.Fortunately, he did not suffer any injuries; he was in a state of shock though. If the car had spun a few seconds later, it could've fallen in the nearby river and my father could've drowned or die of hypothermia...it was december after all.

My mother was nearly killed in a car accident in 99. She was in the passenger seat, and they were going up a hill... or something, she was never really quite clear about what had happened. In any case, a truck neither of them say coming smashed into them. If she hadn't been in a Volvo, she would have been killed outright, but her shoulder and hip were broken. She still has trouble going up and down stairs.

I know how you feel, Celes. When I was told that my father had cancer, I felt absolutely horrible. (In a terrible twist, he found out on his birthday, too.)

Please tell me he was checked over completely by medics. If he wasn't he needs to be, as just having a non-visible damage doesn't mean you aren't injured on the inside.

A lot of people don't get checked out and end up suffering from something that comes back to bite them in the rear.



All in all I think it's great he's alright, though. I know a guy at work whose brother got in a car accident, got literally ripped out of the car, rolled around still in the seat and was totally trashed...survived and recovered but I doubt it was fun.

Ironic. My brother's first chemotherapy was on his 18th birthday. I guess people get cancer on their birhtdays. Heh

If I remember rightly, cancer manifests most often at the end of the growth cycle, which for some people is around 18-25.

I might be mistaken, though.