will be okay. Mommy is here. I love you.” After that, I started screaming about how I have babies. It still seemed like everything was in slow-motion still. The man who had hit me was eighty years old. We were nearly sixty years apart to the day. He was dead on the scene. They performed CPR and called in a helicopter from Fort Wayne’s Parkview Medical Center. He had to have 2 stents in his heart. He had a broken jaw, ribs and eye socket. He’s very lucky that his heart attack didn’t kill him for good. When he entered the helicopter, the police asked him if he had any idea on what had happened. His response was, “No, what did happen? I thought that I was walking down the street.” If that doesn’t send chills down your back, I don’t know what
