Crack

Howdy friends and neighbors. What a week last week!! On to news from Sunny Point, OK: for those that didn’t know, my son Mason, fell from about ten-feet up a couple of Fridays ago. We were close by, but things can happen in the blink of an eye. Gravity and hard ground resulted in a trip to the emergency room. Mason never lost consciousness and at first, I wasn’t sure he was even really hurt. He kept telling me he was “tough.” Well, he was tough, but I wasn’t. All said and done, he had a fracture to his skull. At one point, I thought he was headed to Children’s Hospital in Oklahoma City in a helicopter. My heart almost stopped. Scared, is the only way I know how to say it. The ER doctor then began ruling out things and we stayed in Elk City ICU for two nights, a regular room for a night, and then we got to go home. Mason is fine and acting like a kid again. Me, I learned many lessons.

While my boy was lying in an ER bed and we were waiting on what ever it is that you wait on, the only thing I was capable of doing was praying to God that he be OK. At that point I realized that fate was solely up to God and the skill of those medical folks. I don’t know what that event would have been like if I didn’t have faith in the Lord. Calls were made, prayer chains started, and things got better within minutes. As all this took place, I had a feeling of peace and knew Mason was going to be just fine. Anxiety was there, but an inner peace calmed my nerves. Divine intervention? You bet!

I can’t sit here and try to explain why things happen. There are many I know that face trials that make this episode seem uneventful. I just hope and pray that they can somehow reach a feeling of peace. I can’t begin to tell you how having a loving family, super loving friends and neighbors and a loving church can help one make it through a rough spot. Support can come from places that you never dream of. The most important thing is to know a loving God that gave his Son so you and I can have grace. Please surround yourself with good friends and plug into a super loving church. I don’t know why I’m so blessed to have those things; I know I don’t deserve them. I just want others to have the same.

There is absolutely nothing more humbling than standing in an ER, totally helpless as your kid is being treated. I don’t like being anywhere near a hospital, but I was sure glad one was there. I would like to thank all the folks at Great Plains Regional Medical center in Elk City for their desire to want to help others heal. And thanks to all of you for your calls and visits, and a special thanks to Shelia and Amy for calming and consulting two very scared parents. And a big thanks to Mrs. Calvert who happened to be in the ER and was bold enough to walk over and ask if she could pray for my boy and our family. God bless you!

I’ll leave you with a lighter note. After being released from the hospital, we went to see a pediatric neurosurgeon in Oklahoma City. She gave us such relief as she told us things looked good and to go home and the crack in his skull would heal. Mason, my wife and I were waiting in the exam room to just about ready to leave when Mason said, “Mama, I don’t want anybody else to look at my crack.”

I’m Monte Tucker, and that is what’s under my crack, I mean hat!