My youngest son, Alex, was involved in a dreadful car crash in Guatemala. He is, thankfully, fine, but the experience has changed him.
He and six other young volunteers took a road trip on their day off. They visited and climbed a Guatemalan pyramid. On the way back, Alex’s van stalled in the middle of the highway and a truck crashed straight into them. Heartbreakingly, one of the girls died, and another is still in a very serious condition in hospital. Alex’s best friend, Rick, was driving, and is suffering from what is almost certainly PTSD.
Alex could have fallen to pieces, but he didn’t. He organised hospital care, lawyers, liaised with the police and sorted out who to bribe and how much. Rick was to be held in a Guatemalan jail until he was freed from the charge of manslaughter (since he was driving), but that didn’t happen. Alex organised to bribe the hospital to stick an IV into Rick’s arm until the court case. He arranged the massive bribe that would move the court case to the following week instead of… whenever.
He cared for the rest of the young people and slept on the concrete floor of his friend’s hospital room to make sure the police didn’t move him. He was strong and clear-headed and sensible, and held himself together when he could have fallen apart. And two days after the accident, his girlfriend in America decided that this was the ideal time to break up.
I can’t believe how strong my son was. A dear friend had died, he had lost his girlfriend and his car, and his best friend was going back to Australia at the earliest opportunity. He could have been lost. He could have given up. He could have come home. Nobody would have blamed him.
But he didn’t. He stayed with Rick, then flew to France for his friend’s funeral (and yes, we thought he was in Paris when the attacks happened, but he was in Brussels by then.) He will go back to Guatemala and complete his volunteering placement.
But that isn’t all that is making me so proud. The day before she died, his friend, Lou, had shared with Alex her plans for the following year. She had planned to volunteer in Costa Rica, Peru, Chile… in the poorest places and with the most needy children in South America.
My wonderful boy has decided that, in her honour, he will complete her volunteering placements.
It has been, as I said, an unnerving month, but there are several things that I can take from it.
Firstly, and this is most important, I have helped to raise an incredible young man. He has surprised himself and all of us by his strength, compassion, bravery and resourcefulness. I am incredibly proud of him.
Secondly, we can never know what the next day will bring. Lou was 22. She had conquered her fear of heights by climbing a Guatemalan pyramid the day before she died. The story is heartbreaking, but it brings home so clearly the message about how ephemeral our future may be. We can spend our time to be the best in our business, make the most money, work the longest hours, but that isn’t what’s important in life, is it? What’s important is to be the best person we can be. Who knows what tomorrow may bring?
Thirdly, as a very insightful author, Brad Boney wrote, “Sometimes the worst thing imaginable leads you to the place you were meant to be all along.” There are times in our lives when we don’t know why things happen, but they turn out to be part of a bigger journey.
This month has been part of Alex’s bigger journey.
As for me, I have revisited one of my favourite quotes again and again:
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.” –J.R.R. Tolkien. It becomes more meaningful each time I think about it.
We must make the most of our time, and do the best we can for those we love.
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