Not Charlie. This was Oldest Son, Rick. I was at the office and saw his cell phone number flash on the display, but I was already on the phone and couldn't get rid of the other caller fast enough--it went to voice mail. Rick NEVER calls me at work. He is a child of the Age of IT, and he always either e-mails or texts. And we had a really wicked ice storm today....I got rid of the call as fast as I could and switched into voice mail, only to hear a very shaky and thready, panicky-sounding Rick. I couldn't even make out all of the words, he was talking so fast and there was so much background noise, but I clearly made out the phrase "flipped the car." When I called him back, I still couldn't understand half of what he was saying, but I managed to get enough to find out where he was, and I just left everything and flew out of the office.
Didn't get the full story until I actually got to him. Short version: He skidded on an ice patch, did a 360+, and his tail end caught the guardrail, flipped him end-over. He was belted, so he ended up hanging upside-down from the floor, and managed to undo his seatbelt and crawl out.
The car, of course, was totalled. But he was completely unhurt.
Rick doesn't believe in God (or if he does, in a very nebulous way), but he ought to. There's simply no one else to thank for the ability to walk away from this.
