I got a text message from Shannon Friday morning, as I was getting ready for work, telling me that Adam had been in an accident and broke his back. It really freaked me out. I haven't had to deal with tragedy very much so far in life, and I'm not really ready yet. I was so worried that I called in sick to work and waited patiently for more news and information.
When I heard back from Shannon, I found out that Adam had bought a motorcycle, and due to inexperience driving one, accidentally ran it into a parked car. Just another reason for me to never want a motorcycle. I would drive a scooter, but nothing with more than 150cc engine in it. That is just scary to me.
It was easy to assume the worse, especially being here in Portland while he was in Seattle, and getting my information over a cell phone. Ally and I went to the florist and ordered some flowers to be delivered to his hospital room. Shannon did a good job of keeping us up to date on what was happening. I started to worry a bit less everytime I talked to Shannon. I'm not sure if she was staying calm herself, but she did a great job of keeping me assuaged.
Adam had surgery that night, and afterwards was fitted for a brace. Shannon tried to send a picture mail to my phone, but since I don't pay extra for that service I had to be told that it was a picture of Adam standing on his own. Knowing this made me extremely happy. I would rather that my friend hadn't had to experience this, but at least he won't be paralyzed. He's a tough guy, and I'm sure he'll recover quickly.
Now, how do I convince him to stay away from motorcycles?