The Car Wreck.
     The girls and I were on our way to UVU to meet with Jessica's school counselor to get her classes picked out for Summer semester.  I was driving our Ford Focus going north on Woodland Hills Drive.  When all of a sudden a pick-up truck ran a stop sign and was there in front of me.  I had no time to react.  I think I may have slammed on the break.  We hit the side of the truck hard.  It's a 40 mph street.  It caved in our front like an accordian and spun us around.  We were wearing our seat belts and the air bags deployed.  We lived.  Bumps and bruises, lots of bruises and very sore.  The other truck rolled completely over.  We all got out of the car fast and we were all screaming hysterically.  I looked over at the other truck and saw an arm plopping to the side, I thought I had killed them and I started to scream and cry.  Why oh why did this happen?  Why wasn't I warned to go another route?  We all were taken to the emergency.  Several ward members were there already.  My visiting teacher, my RS president.  And Jessica and Dayna had elders quarem members there to give us all blessings.  It was awesome, the support we had.  The kids in the other truck were not wearing seat belts but they were ok and released before we were.  The days afterward were horrible.  We were all so sore, we couldn't move.  The pain was unbearable.  Just from a split second jolt.  I got whip lash, Dayna got both arms spranged and Jess got her tail bone wrenched.  I can't believe we all got out of that without major problems.  It was a miracle.  I later learned that the girl in the passenger side of the truck got up in testimony meeting and said that was her wake up call to get her life straightened out and start going to church again and be good.  I hope she follows through. 
I got the money for my car and baught a sweet 2009 Mallibu with it.  However getting the money for the medical expenses and pain and suffering is still in the works.  I had just finished dealing with all the insurance companies from David's hospital bills and funeral expenses.  The stress is unbelievable. But I'm getting things done and I'm on top of it.  My dad told me after the accident, "Heavenly Father is obviously trying to teach you something and your just not getting it and stuff like this will continue to happen unless you learn what lesson it is you're suppose to learn".  Ok thanks dad.  Well I have no idea what I'm suppose to learn here, so I guess I'm in for more punishment.