There’s an indie, sci-fi film that I love called Ink. It’s extremely artistic and oozing with gospel themes. If you’re interested, you can watch it on amazon prime here (WARNING: It does contain some 4 letter words, especially in the opening scene)
The movie takes place within multiple timelines that are all working together to reunite a father with his daughter in order to save her life. The plan? Get the father knocked out of his routine and set a chain reaction of events that will hopefully lead to a reunification. The method used to begin this chain reaction? A car crash.
Saturday, April 28, 2018, started off like any other day. My wife and I, along with the baby, got in the car to run an errand. As I was getting ready to turn left, I’m not really sure what happened. Did I not see it? Did I not look? Was I too distracted looking at the GPS? Either way, I went, looked up, and saw another car coming right at me. It was too late for either of us to react.
Fast forward to an emergency room. My wife is told that she has 3 breaks in her hand. The good news? The ER doctor says that they will be able to heal fine on their own, no surgery needed. What a relief right? Because ER doctors are NEVER wrong…
Endless calls. Car insurance. Collision Center. Health Insurance. Orthopedic doctors.
Our stress level was at its max. My wife was in lots of pain. I was trying to figure out how to balance a full time job, take care of an injured spouse, keep up the house, and do all the things for our baby that were impossible for my wife to do one handed.
Diaper changes. Bath times. Getting dressed. Feedings. Picking up.
Wednesday, May 2, four days after the car accident, we sat in the office of an orthopedic doctor. She walked into the room after looking at Natalie’s x-rays and said “You need surgery. There are four bones that hold your hand together and you broke three of them.”
Anesthesia. Surgery. Plates. Screws. Physical therapy. Multiple months of recovery.
My wife sobbed.
The. Worst. Week. EVER!
Tuesday, March 28, 2017 started off like any other day, until there was a knock on our door. A shy 5-year-old girl walked into our home. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. Does any first time parent? Natalie and I had finished our Foster care certification earlier that month and our first placement had arrived. Everything changed.
Laughter. Tears. Exhaustion. Frustration. SO MUCH JOY.
A few months later we received an email. Yes, I typed that correctly…AN EMAIL. A relative had been found, they were moving her to a different home. We knew this was the most likely outcome. We knew this was only supposed to be temporary. But it happened so much sooner than we were anticipating. And just like that, this sweet little girl we had fallen in love with, that made us first time parents, brought so much joy and laughter into our home, and changed our lives forever, was gone.
Quiet. Stillness. Down time. Empty.
We lost contact. We thought of her often. We missed her. We got another foster placement…a newborn!
Things changed again, but we didn’t forget. A year passed. My wife wrote a letter to “little miss” on the 1 year anniversary. (We call her that on social media because we can’t post names or pictures of her face). You can read it here. We cried as she read it to me.
Then, exactly 1 month after the one year date…CAR CRASH!
Back to Wednesday, May 2, 2018. This the day Natalie finds out she needs surgery. The capper to the worst week ever.
The phone rings. As I answer, I’m told that they are looking for a new place for little miss and want to know if we can take her. I call Natalie…she sobbed. Seriously, this is a lot to take in for one day. We can’t say yes fast enough.
June 7, 2018 there was another knock on the door. The same girl walked in. Now almost 7, and much less shy this time around. Just like that we became a family of 4.
Chaos. Exhaustion. Frustration. Constant running around. Making it up as we go. Lots of laughter. SO MUCH JOY.
Life feeling complete, even if it’s only temporary.
Who knows…maybe there are unseen forces at work, existing in multiple timelines, all working together to reunite a father and his daughter. Maybe a chain of events that are impossible for any one person to see had to be started to accomplish this end goal. Maybe the method chosen to start this chain of events was a car crash. Maybe I just desperately want my life to be an indie sci-fi film and it’s all random coincidence.
Either way, all I know is that the worst week turned out to be the
Best. Week. EVER!