My family and I were sitting in the sunroom, having a relaxing lunch.
My son got up to get me a glass of iced tea, just as my daughter jumped up screaming.
A large car came barreling across our lawn and straight at our sunroom. My husband was pinned beneath the car and I had glass all over me. I crawled through the glass to check on my husband. Although he was bleeding quite profusely from a cut in his head, he was talking to me. My son called the police and told them what happened. Within five minutes, there was a fire company, the police, and three ambulances outside. The firemen were able to get my husband from under the car, and into an ambulance and I was put into another one. My kids were in a panic, and they kept looking at the man who lay in his car. The police told us he had suffered a heart attack, which is what caused him to veer into our home. Fortunately, he was going to be okay. With all the blood in our sunroom, the broken glass, and structural damage, we had to have a crew of trauma scene cleaners come into the house. They considered the blood laying around, a biohazard cleanup situation. Once my husband and I got out of the hospital, we got our children and headed to a hotel where we would stay until our home was deemed livable. I never thought I would be involved in a trauma scene, or worse need to have the police trauma scene cleaners come to my house.