Thank You God

Once again I have been struck with reality. At work, trying to finish payroll up my manager casually comes up to me and asks if I can find an employee's number since my sister wasn't coming in due to a car accident. My first reaction was "WHAT!?", i can feel my eyes popping out of my eyes. He informed me that she was okay but of course I didn't believe him. Besides he's new, what the fuck does he know about my sister. Even if there is no scratches on her, I know she's hurt emotionally. I grab my phone and the first person i call is my mother. After speaking to her, I come to the conclusion that she doesn't know much about the situation. At this point I'm not sure as to what I should do. Continue to work and wait until I hear from her or leave the building. I couldn't go back to work though, the thought of my sister being hurt bothered me too much. I wouldn't be able to focus. I walk over to the general manager, who has a lot more sense than the new manager and let her know that I was going to leave. Before I could even finish my sentence she tells me to go. Oh how i love this lady. I ran to the back, call a cab and grab my things, heading towards the doors. My employee noticed that I was leaving in such a rush and asked me what was going on, I told them that my sister just got into a car accident. They pretty much freak out as much as I did when I heard the news. I told them that i will inform them once I know where she is and if she was alright. I walk out, the light rain drizzle hitting my face I stand in front of my job waiting for a cab. I then look over my shoulder and notices a familiar face. It's Meagan, the girl who works upstairs. She telling me to relax and try to see if i can get in contact with my sister. I do. It goes to voicemail. I'm freaking out even more while she is telling me to breath through my mouth out through my nose. I do while dialing the number again. Voicemail. At this moment all I can think about is her being in the ambulance alone, shaken up, frighten. Meagan is talking to me, trying to get me to relax. I can't. All these horrible thoughts are racing through my mind every fucking second. I can't focus. Until I hear my phone go off and see her name. I pick up the phone, she speaks her voice cracking. I sigh of relief but still very wary about her condition. I must have asked her if she is okay about 5 times before I let her complete her sentence. I told her that I was in front of the job waiting for the cab, I asked her where does she wants me to meet her. She tells me she is in the tow truck and gives me the address. I'm already at ease once I here that she is in a tow truck rather than a ambulance. She gives me the address and I tell her that I'll meet her there.

I pull up in front of the building to where she is standing, her arms are folded, her hood is on while the rain keeps coming down. At first I thought she was going to hop in the cab with me so I can take her home but she told me that her boyfriend was coming to get us. I pay my cab driver, thank him and jump out. There is where I see the little white Nissan, once called her "little white bitch" completely smashed! From the back to the front. Then I look over at my sister, no scar, no neck brace, completely unharmed. I can't help but thank god. I didn't even want to ask what happened, I don't like picturing my strong older sister defenseless, helpless. Just the thought of it makes me stomach hurt. A couple of minutes pass by and her boyfriend pulls out. He hops out of his car and walks over to her. They embrace in a small hug before she begins to apologize. He tells her not to worry about it, as long as she was alright. And again, thank god that she was because by the look of that car, man insane. Lucky enough that no one bumped into her or that she didn't hit another car because then it would had been disgusting. Again thank you god. We stayed at the tow place for about 45 minutes, getting everything out of her car and putting it into his, filling out papers and paying for it to be junked. After we were done, she decides that she doesn't need to go to the hospital, instead she wants to head over to BBQ's for a drink, lol. Unfortunately, her boyfriend couldn't come with us so he drops us off at the bus stop and we head over to the BBQ's so she can drink her problems away. We eat, we talk, we laugh, she's drunk, we head home. I love my sister so much and so happy she is okay.