Stories of Lost Children
My Beloved Michael
by Diana Zollinger, Elkhart, Indiana, U..S.A.
Let me tell you a little bit about my son Michael. On May 30, 1988 he was born a normal healthy boy. This year he had been begging us to get him a dirt bike to ride out on the farm. He had done so much for me over the past year that my husband and I decided to get the bike for him as a surprise. In March of 2004 I had back surgery of 10 hours long because Mike and I were hit by a car on June 10, 2002. Mike came out with some bruising but not much else, but because I had my seat belt on and the air bag didn't explode, my back took the whole force. Mike got his learners permit to drive last summer, so he took me everywhere. I have 6 incisions from that surgery and they are finally starting to heal so I relied heavily on Mike to do things for me. He usually did anything I would ask of him. That was the reason we decided to get him the dirt bike. He left the house to go and see his girlfriend on the morning of June 9, 2004. When I woke up from a nap I called him on the cell phone to find him. He was great; he took it everywhere so I could always get him. I told him he had to come home. He got mad and told me "mom you ruin all of my fun and I hate you for it." Then threw the phone down. I hung up the phone to wait for him to get home. But instead I got another phone call that said Mike was in an accident and he was going to be flown to the nearest trauma center. But when I got to the scene they said not to go there but to our little hospital in town. My heart sunk.As soon as I got to the hospital. I told them who I was and the tech that took me back screamed out loud, "this is Room #2's mom; where do you want her?" As she took me to this little room, I said "I'm not going in there; I know what this means." So they pushed me in and shut the door. It wasn't 2 minutes til the doctor came and told me Mike had not made it but added they had done everything they could have done. I think all the angels in heaven heard me scream. See I am an EMT. Plus I have worked full time in the emergency room for 3 years. They saw the pain gets easier but I think it is getting harder. Thank-you all for listening and reading my story. I think it really does help even though I don't get through too much without tears.
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