I’d missed his call. Then, his text message followed. My heart cried for help in a raging sea of anxiety. Fear washed over me as I read the last line, “That’s all I know!” I looked around the table where everyone was having a good time. I knew at that moment, I couldn’t share the news.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
The day began in the gorgeous Italian villa. I sat alone in my bed with pen and journal. The only sounds were the whispers of my prayers for David and Joey, and pen to page. They had left the day before to ride Ducati motorcycles on the infamous racetrack, Misano World Circuit.
The morning leisurely gave way to the afternoon and twenty of us headed out for a winery tour. While we were nestled in the hills of Chianti, David and Joey flew around a racetrack, riding motorcycles.
Wine glasses clinked, toasts were given and food was presented. I thought I’d heard my phone ring, so I reached for it in my purse. Indeed, I’d missed David’s call. They couldn’t have been done for the day…it was too early for the anticipated, “We’re done riding and everyone is fine” call. Then a text message followed and that’s when my heart cried out, SOS!
I read it twice, just to be sure.
Joey crashed. The ambulance has taken him to the on-site hospital. That’s all I know!
I looked around at the faces that lined the table. I had made my decision. I wouldn’t share until I knew something definitive. I’ve been on the receiving side of this news…too many times than I’d like to admit. Times when David crashed and was unconscious on the racetrack. I understand what the unknown feels like. I know the feeling of uncertainty and unanswered questions. And I just couldn’t put his wife and parents through it.
I texted my Jericho Girls, asking for immediate prayer—they were on it. I prayed, the chatter faded, and all I could hear was my loud cry for God to intervene. I sent a text message back to David. Text or call as SOON as you know his condition. Then I will tell everyone.
After what seemed an eternity, I received a new message. He’s okay. Serious leg break—broke his femur in three places. But he’s conscious and talking.
Sharing the news now. Please keep us posted.
Four of us headed to the hospital—Joey’s friends were in the driver and passenger’s seat, me and Joanie were in the back seat, holding hands. She stared out the window and whispered prayers of her own. “Thank you Jesus. You are in control of all things.” I squeezed her hand, she turned toward me and buried her head in my chest.
I thought about how I’d waited to break the news to her until I knew more details. Does God also withhold information to protect us? Is it possible that some things can’t be understood this side of heaven?
It wasn’t until we reached the hospital and actually saw Joey for ourselves that we could exhale. He was alert and talking and although he had a serious bone injury, bones can be fixed. After a fixation device was placed into his thigh, he rested and we sat around his hospital bed.
In relief and in the spirit of friendship, we photo bombed Joey while he slept. David and Joanie stood on each side of the hospital bed, posing with thumbs up, while displaying his racing certificate. And although I can’t share the picture with you, the photo will definitely resurface in the future, amongst friends.
As I write this morning, I’m joyful over answered prayer. I’m thankful that God reveals details in His perfect timing. I’m grateful for amazing friendships.
Today, that’s all I know.