The boys spent the weekend with my parents. Bad weather moved in today, so I met my Dad halfway to get them. On the way back to Tulsa, with the boys having lots of fun being silly, I saw a truck that was turned sideways ahead. I started flashing my brake lights so people behind me would notice. As I got closer, I saw the truck had hit the concrete wall, that divides the lanes of traffic, head-on. In the cab a body was slumped over. Three vehicles were pulled over about 50 yards ahead. As I reached them, I rolled the window down and asked if they had called for help. They said yes. But no one was walking back to where the truck was. I really wanted to pull-over and run back to the truck. But I felt like I might put my boys in danger by parking on the side of slick highway, and then me getting out to run back. So I kept moving.

It didn't bother me at first, but it did later. Beth assured me I did the right thing. And I think I did too. But I also thought that the person in that vehicle has family. And the thought of someone being alone in those moments, waiting for emergency crews to arrive, bothers me.

My Dad called later in the evening. He has a friend who was on his way back from driving some family to Texas & then taking a bus back to Joplin, when the buses canceled runs due to the weather. He was stranded at the Tulsa bus station & would have been there 15 hours before another bus would be available. We were able to go pick him up & bring him to our house. He was glad to get some food, get out of the bus station, and have a place. I'm glad he was in a town where he could find some help.