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September 13, 2009

He rode up on the golf cart, looking slightly unsettled…

“Hey, tg, hop on here for a minute.  I need to tell you something…”

Oh boy…he never looks so serious.  Must be something big, maybe not good… 

My mind started racing over the events of the last forty-eight hours, considering and rejecting moments of varying import to which I was privy.  Nothing really stood out to me such that Robert would react in this way…

This was my fourth consecutive year of helping with his junior tennis tournament.  Things had been going pretty well all weekend, with no major incidents to speak of.  We had the usual smattering of overly excited spectators, a few closely contested matches where tempers flared and flamed out, but overall, things had been mostly unremarkable. 

“There’s no easy way to tell you this…  There’s a lady here, the mom of a player, who recognized you when you took the pizza to the kids at Butler yesterday…  She was there.  With Brian.  She wants to talk to you if you want to talk to her…  Her daughter’s playing right now, but maybe after the match is over?  It’s up to you…she’s willing if you’re able.”

I’d been giving away Brian’s bracelets and telling his story over and over all weekend…an entirely new experience.  I’m not accustomed to doing so repeatedly; it’s hard.  It hurts.  I was down to fumes, with that and the hours I’d spent there since Friday.

What to do?  I was torn…nervous about what I’d hear.  But how could I not listen to what she had to say?

Initially, it was awkward; after all, how easy can it be to recount your role in the worst day of someone’s life? 

She was one of the first to reach Brian’s car in the moments following the crash.  She wanted to assure me he wasn’t alone while waiting for help to arrive; she was there along with a man who worked close by…  She said Brian didn’t appear to be in pain or suffering…  I got the sense she was trying to convey something else too, without actually saying the words…B was gone from the instant it happened…

As a mother herself, she thought I would want to know these things.  Which I did.  By the end of our brief encounter, we were both crying…  I thanked her for staying with my son, and for finding the courage to come forward today when it would have been far easier to walk away, saying nothing at all… 

I’m dumbfounded…  Our tournament had 113 participants this year; what are the chances of this lady and her child finding their way here?  In a city of this size?  To practically my backyard?

The thought of Brian, by himself, trapped and injured, held hostage in that twisted hunk of metal has haunted me all along…

God provided another mother to stand the gap in my stead... 

And I just realized, I don’t even know her name... 

Always wishing you hope…tg

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