I felt really bad today because my dad got a phone call about one of his co-workers. This boy, Scott, who my dad works with, got into a really bad motocycle accident. I'm talking about major damage. I guess the bike was going really fast down a hill, and he couldn't stop it, so he just jumped off, but in the process he slammed into a tree. This morning he went in for eight hours of surgery and is going to be in intensive care for a while. I feel so horrible about the whole thing, and it's as if I can't believe it. I've met him twice, and he just seems to be such a nice person, and I know that my dad is really fond of him because he has tried on various occasions mentioning Scott to me in hopes of sparking an interest. Plus, I guess he's got a really good work ethic and is just an all around nice-guy, from what I've heard. I mean, he's only 19, and to have to live with what he's going to have to live with for the rest of his life...well, I don't know what I would do. I went to church today and said a prayer for him, and that he will heal quickly and not feel downtrodden with life after his accident. I know I ask God for an awful lot, but I don't really ask him for anything unless people are in need of prayers and guidence, help, etc. I have never really been highly religious or one of those people who is deep in their faith, but I think it's beneficial to pray just hope for the best for anyone who's in need of some help. I think my dad will go to the hospital tomorrow, but I'm not sure. I just hope that Scott gets better.
It was funny...I mentioned Jason the other night in my diary and how I never talk to him anymore, and that night he was online and he im'ed me. *hehe* I guess things just work out that way, don't they? Well, busy lifestyles will separate people for a while.
Umm...I'm tired. I went out today with my sister and got some Mother's Day gifts for my mom. I love my mom. I would die without her, for sure.
Well, I'd better go to bed, because I have a lot of work to do tomorrow, and it's getting really late. I just hope that I get to see Jeverson sometime this week. I hope that he still likes me. (I'm so pathetic like that.) He's really cute. I have to think of a good nickname for him...I think he uses Jeff, but maybe I could call him Jev, or Jeffy, or Jevy...the possibilities are endless.