so today the family decided to go golfing for fathers day and it turned out to be something none of us expected...brian got hit on the side of his right temple just above his eye by a flying golf ball...very scary when you stop to think that had he moved an inch up, down, left or right, he could have been blinded as he was turning his head as he got hit...
...of course, no one knew who hit him because as soon as he got hit and fell, his mom ran to help him and drive him off to the hospital...i was waiting inside the restaurant so i didn't see anything which is kind of good i suspect?
...it was extremely scary for me though when all the commotion outside the restaurant started and all the family members started to talk about 'ambulance', 'hospital', 'we don't know what happened' etc..etc...brian's sister had olivia somewhere shopping i think and ethan had been on the golf field, so my initial thought was my kids...my body froze on the chair and i couldn't get up to run and find out what happened...i had to mentally prepare myself that something could have happened to one of my kids...worst feeling in the world and my worst fear...
...i knew i had to go find out what happened since i could never prepare myself, and right before going out, brian's stepdad came in and told me he got hit in the head with a golfball...'is he conscious' i asked? 'yes', he said...
okay, thank goodness...firstly, if he's conscious, its a good sign (not 100% clear of course) and secondly, my kids are fine...
i really hate to admit this, and i don't know if it makes me a bad person or not, but when andy told me it was brian that got hurt and needed the ambulance, i felt relief it wasn't one of my kids...that's kind of wierd, isn't it? i guess only another parent can answer that and i would certainly hope brian would react in exactly the same way if the situation were reversed...
