Last night I recieved the one phone call no one ever wants to get. Richard, my world, my life and reason for it...had been in a car accident. A bad one. He was driving his Blazer up on 8th street with his cousin and my friend Willy after Thursday ngiht bowling. He hit a pothole and a tire blew out and he lost control on the gravel road. Matt was driving behind him and saw everything. The Balzer rolled 1 1/2 times, another half a roll and the vehicle would have smashed into a concrete barrier and killed Richard and Willy both. If they would have been wearing their seatbelts, things would have been worse. Willys came out fine, thank God, but Richard was hurt. I had to get to the hospital. My mom was just about to leave for work and I was asleep when the call came, so I got dressed faster than I ever have and had mom drop me off. I waited for forever it seemed for any news. X-Rays and cat scan came back normal and he was okay, just a little shaken up. But I still wouldn't calm down until I could see him. When I did get to go in to see him, I wasn't prepared for what I saw. He waas covered in blood and crying and whimpering the whole time. I can't stand to see him cry or see him hurt. I broke down too. We didn't talk much. The doctor said he had to have some staples in his head and that he had a mild concussion. I wished that the doctor would just shut up and leave us be for a minute. Everybody; me, his family, his friends were all crying and stressed out. We're all trying to make fun light of it now, but he scared everyone that night. I am so glad he's still alive. I love him so much and I don't know what I'd do if something were to happen. Today he's here for our 6 month anniversary. THANK GOD!