Last night we were about four minutes from starting Young Life club when a high school girl came into the house with blood around her mouth and told us that she and one of her friends had been in a car accident near the house.
Matt and Ben took off running to the scene and found the boy that had been driving her car; plowed straight into a tree, halfway out of her car and was cussing like a sailor.
A third boy had also run down to the house to get help and he was shaken up but fine.
It was a crazy night mostly because hardly any of the kids really knew what was going on for about 30 minutes and were just playing pool, fooseball or ping pong. While we had fire trucks, ambulances and police cars coming the scene along with parents calling cell phones and their close friends out on the driveway trying to figure out what happened and if they were okay.
The boy driving the car had to go into surgery for his back overnight and we are still waiting to hear about the girl. She was complaining of some abdominal pain.
After the kids got loaded up by the emergency personnel, all of the kids in the club knew that something had happened...but in CLASSIC high school fashion the rumors were flying and they were hilarious.
A girl actually said to me, "I heard it was a gang fight. They were throwing signs and they were throwing punches. It got out of hand and then they wrecked!"
How is that even possible?
Oh high school.
It was incredible that two of our leaders got to ride with the hurt kids to the hospital and wait with them until their parents got there and were there until after midnight loving on them and praying with them. It was a place of privilege.
"Healthy people don't need a doctor; those who are sick do. I've come to call sinners, not people who think they have God's approval." Mark 2:17