December 14, 2005

Let me tell you 'bout my morning...

I'm at the office in front of the computer putting the finishing touches on my Viandero post. My cell phone rings. It's my wife:

"Val! Youremomjustcalledyourdadhadanaccident!"

"What? Where?"

"Atthecornerofhishouseyourmomsayshegothitorrunover."

"He got WHAT?" I pick up my keys, yell at my boss that my dad's had an accident. "I'll call you back."

I hang up on the wife and dial my parents house as I'm hauling ass out the office door. No answer.

I get in my truck, start it, put it in gear while Im calling my wife back.

"Yourmomisinapanicrescueisonthewaysoismydad."

"How's my dad?" I say. "How's my dad? Is he alright? HOWS MY DAD?"

"Idontknowyourmomjusthunguponmerescuejustarrived."

I hang up on my wife and dial parents number again. Mom answers.

"Hallo" is the only thing I understand.

"Mom. Calm down."

"Tupadre...elcamion...loarroyo..."

"Mami. Por favor. Calmate. Calm down pleeease."

"Aquiestaelrescueloestanchequeando. Ay Dios mioooo..."

"Mami. Calmate. Im on my way." She hangs up on me.

Next thing I know Im approaching my parents house. Couldnt have been more than five minutes that I left the office. It's a twenty minute trip usually, without traffic. Im there in less than ten in morning rush hour. Right now, as I type this, I dont even know what route Ive taken.

I pull into my parents driveway. Cops are on scene. Rescue guys are walking back to their truck and taking their gloves off. I scream at them.

"You guys worked on my father? Is he alright? What happened what happened what happened? IS HE ALRIGHT?"

"Calmdownyourdadsokjustalittlebangedup" the paramedic tells me. "He's...gonna...be...just...fine."

Everything stops spinning. It feels like my heart has stopped. I fall to my knees right then and there, in front of the paramedic and completely lose it. I. Cant. Stop. Crying. I thought he'd been run over. I hadnt been able to get the picture of my dad lying there on the ground with paramedics working on him all this time.

The paramedic helps me up and I see dad sitting there on the porch. I notice myself breathing, deeply, for the first time since the phone call. Dad's knees are all scraped up. Mom still looks a little, a lot, shaken but then she sees me and her demeanor changes. Everything is gonna be alright. Her son is here.

I go up to dad and kiss him on the head. He grabs the nape of my neck with those Herculean hands of his and presses my forehead against his head. "Que paso?" I ask, but I dont think any sound came out.

"I'm OK" he says to me in English. "No te preocupes. I ang faine."

My father, 74 years old, welder, husband and provider, had repaired a friends rejas - iron gates. He'd loaded them on the truck, loaded his tools and turned on the old Ford F150 to warm it up before taking off to install them. He'd gone to lock the gate and when he turned around the truck had somehow gotten in gear and had started the journey without him.

So what does the 74 year old man do?

He chases it down.

Opens the driver side door, grabs the steering wheel and tries to pull himself into the cab of the truck. The truck had already gathered momentum and Dad. Just. Didn't. Have. The. Strength. To. Pull. Himself. Up.

The truck dragged him for half a block.

He somehow managed to let go and push himself away, ending up on the ground, lying there on the neighbors parkway.

The truck continued, slammed into a parked car and pushed said car into the rejas of the corner house.

Another old man in his new F150 happened to have been at that intersection and after slamming on the brakes to avoid hitting dad's truck had seen dad on the ground. He pulled over and ran to help. Dad said he lived there and "Could you please tell my wife?"

Guy runs over to the house, knocks on their door, mom comes out and he tells her her husband has been run over by a car. Mom looks over, sees dad sprawled on the ground, loses it, panics, runs inside and picks up phone, calls 911 and then cant remember my cellphone so she calls my wife.

You know the rest of the story as well as I do. The passed few hours have been a complete and total blur and I cant get the image of my dad sprawled there on the ground, helpless and alone out of my head.

He's at the doctor's now. Ill be gone for the rest of the day. But do me a favor will ya?

Call your parents and tell them you love them.

Update: First, thanks to all of you for your kind thoughts and prayers and support. Im sure the old man would be proud, and a little embarrassed, if he knew you all were wishing him well.

I just left the hospital where dad is doing rather well. I know this because he's bitching and moaning at the ER staff, especially after that one nurse mistakenly almost gave him an enema (seriously). He's waiting on some x-rays just to make sure there's no serious damage in there. I fear my mom will have her hands full for the next couple of days. Like me, dad gets babyitis when he's ill.

Thanks for all your prayers, guys. I am humbled.

Update II: Dad had said all along that the rear tire had run over his right leg and foot. None of us were sure as he had no actual bruising on his thigh or leg or knee or foot, just a bunch of scrapes and cuts in the knee area. Apparently, even in a panic, the old man was spot on. X-rays just came back negative for breaks in the leg, but he has a couple fractures on his foot. And, like the true tough guy that he is, he's giving the hospital staff a hard time. He doesnt want them to put on a cast.

Posted by Val Prieto at December 14, 2005 10:17 AM



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I left my cell somewhere, that's why I am not calling you immediately. I hope your Dad is doing fine, and that your Mom is doing ok too.
Let me know.

Posted by: CB at December 14, 2005 10:51 AM

Your dad will be in my prayers. Call me if I can do anything.

Posted by: Steve H. at December 14, 2005 10:53 AM

Le voy a prender una velita al viejo San lazaro. He will be in my prayers. Espero que todo salga bien.

Posted by: YAMY at December 14, 2005 10:59 AM

That is some scary shit. Godspeed to your father, mother, and family.

Posted by: Louis at December 14, 2005 11:02 AM

Your dad will be in my prayers.

Lilli (Amanda's Friend)

Posted by: Lillianna at December 14, 2005 11:04 AM

Your father will be in my prayers. I know that he must doing alright for you to have the strength to blog this. I read this and met Amanda in the bathroom at work in tears... I consider you all family, even if Amanda's dad has introduced himself to me 3 times now... lol... smile. It's over and he'll be just fine... have faith.

Posted by: Angie (Mandy's friend) at December 14, 2005 11:15 AM

Ay pobresito!!! espero que todo este bien~que locura...

Hey, un amigo de mi papá trabaja (o trabajaba) haciendo rejas en Miami ... pero es mas joven...el trabajaba con mi papa en Cuba (tambien en asuntos de estructura de metales y soldadura)

Anyways - oajla todo pase pronto y puedan tener unas felices navidades :)

Posted by: nurian at December 14, 2005 11:30 AM

I'm so glad he's ok. We need to get him one of those kill switches like they have for boats. Those moments on the phone, the horror, I hate that feeling.

Posted by: j.scott barnard at December 14, 2005 11:36 AM

Dios estaba velando a tu padre, Val - el mejor regalo de Navidad que vas a recibir este año! Thank God he's safe - here's to a speedy and complete recovery; and let's be careful out there.

And yes, if you are blessed to have your folks around, talk to them often and use the "L" word liberally. We don't realize what we've got until we lose it.

Posted by: Alberto Quiroga at December 14, 2005 11:44 AM

Val, rezare por tu Papa.

Posted by: Tati at December 14, 2005 11:49 AM

Hey Val, I'm sure your Dad will be fine. What a wonderful storyteller you are, I can relate to your feelings so well, the panic, the not breathing, and then the release and the tears. How wonderful to see such love between you and your parents. Que se mejore pronto!

Posted by: adriana at December 14, 2005 11:51 AM

I had a health scare with my Dad last May, this brings it all back. We were both fortunate that the actual was far less serious than the initial impression -- but it catches your heart to think about the "what if". Your Dad is in my prayers for a speedy recovery and continued good heath.

Posted by: Charlene at December 14, 2005 12:32 PM

I too will pray for you Dad, thank G_d he was not seriously injuried.

Posted by: leah at December 14, 2005 12:34 PM

Glad he is ok. Man that had to be a scary feeling.

Posted by: Steve W. at December 14, 2005 12:55 PM

Glad your dad wasn't seriously hurt, Val.

I, too, will pray for a speedy recovery for him.

Posted by: Robin S. at December 14, 2005 12:56 PM

They say that a child is God's greatest gift but for many it is loving parents. Thankfully your dad will be okay. Merry Christmas to all at Babalu Blog!

Posted by: Marie at December 14, 2005 12:57 PM

Ay, Jes'us!!!
(pun fully intended)
Val, first and foremost, let us give thanks to God that this incident wasn't any worse.
Man, every time I think *my problems* are overwhelming, that no one understands what I'm trying to cope with right now, YOU, Valent'in, drop something out of the blue like this post.
And it makes me realize that life is good, that my own problems are nothing.
Yes, I *know* you went through as very harrowing experience with your dad today --I had a very similar experience many years ago, when I was helping my dad (now long gone) trim a banyan tree with a power saw and he fell off a ladder and the damned saw, *still roaring away* fell on top of him. But mercifully, other than the initial bang (on his ass, of all places!) it wasn't any worse. I remember that moment as if it happened just a minute ago.
So let us be thankful that Don Jesus is no worse.
At Nochebuena, he, and your mom, and you, and everyone else, WILL all be laughing at the incident. Wish I could be there...
And, taking a more clinical and detached (or as the mainstream media might say, objective) approach, congratulations, Val, on a *fantastic* report. I felt as if I had been riding right next to you through every step of the way.
Please give my best personal regards to Don Jesus. He, your mom and the rest of the family are in my prayers.
Julio

Posted by: Julio C. Zangroniz at December 14, 2005 01:00 PM

Val-
I was quite upset as I started to read your post. My stomach was in knots until the end, when the relief came. It's unfortunate that it usually takes an incident such as this before we evaluate and realize what is most important in life. I'm very envious that your parents live close enough that you could be with them this morning. Please send my regards to the padres.
Para mi Papa, Julio Cesar Zangroniz, Te quiero mucho.
~Ana

Posted by: Ana Zangroniz at December 14, 2005 01:10 PM

Incidentally, folks, I had the priviledge of meeting Don Jesus Prieto and his lovely bride earlier this year, at CubaNostalgia 2005.
By some lucky happenstance, I had my camera with me... :)
So now, anyone who wants to see what the elder Prietos look like, can simply log onto either one of the following:
http://www.zphotos.smugmug.com/gallery/563927/4/25828097
or: http://www.zphotos.smugmug.com/gallery/563927/3/23899216
I must tell you that these folks are "the salt of the Earth" type of people. Wonderful human beings, and I consider myself honored by their friendship.
I only got to know one of my four grandparents, because all of them but one passed away during my infancy --but the elder Prietos made me feel like I had grandparents again. I will be forever grateful to them for that.
May God bless them and keep them in good health.
Julio

Posted by: Julio C. Zangroniz at December 14, 2005 01:14 PM

Wow-----------Gracias a Dios that all turned out OK for your Dad and you guys. God bless you all

Posted by: AguerosGarces at December 14, 2005 01:16 PM

Val,
Lots of prayers being sent up for your dad. It was very courageous of him to chase down that truck. Noche Buena will no doubt be even more special this year.

Posted by: Rose at December 14, 2005 01:22 PM

I'm glad to hear that things actually seemed worse then they were. Isn't that horrible though, when those sorts of things happen to those we love and we feel so out of control. Anyway, take some deep breaths, relax and spend some time with your family. If it were me, then it would be time for some all-purpose comfort food, homade chicharones and cold, cold beer. ha ha.

Posted by: Leo at December 14, 2005 01:40 PM

Val, glad to hear that it wasn't as bad as you first thought.
That must have been really scary.
Hope everything turns out fine and that you and your family can enjoy a wonderful Nochebuena.

Posted by: George at December 14, 2005 01:52 PM

I'm so glad everything is okay.

You are all in my thoughts and prayers.

Posted by: aelfheld at December 14, 2005 01:59 PM

Hmm. I see whre you got your Hard Headedness, Val. :)

I'm still sending prayers and loving light for your sweet papa. And for you and your mama, too.

Posted by: Margi at December 14, 2005 02:12 PM

Glad he's ok....and your mom too. May God bless them both.

Posted by: rita at December 14, 2005 02:34 PM

Glad to hear your Dad is ok.

Praying for healing for him and patience for your Mom.

Posted by: caltechgirl at December 14, 2005 02:47 PM

Val.
This will be a special Nochebuena for you and your family..sometimes we take our parents for granted, we never imagine them gone, or something happening to them....after all,they have always been there for us, and that is how it is...Then suddenly, something like this happens and you see how fragile life is, how important those old people are to us, and how much it means to have them around, how nice it would be if there were with us FOREVER!!
Your dad had an angel on his shoulder today!!
Carmen

Posted by: carmen at December 14, 2005 03:39 PM

I'll keep your father in my prayers for a swift and pain-free recovery, hon. I'm so relieved that things turned out OK, aside from some scrapes and a LOT of adrenaline...

And Merry Christmas to y'all across the Gulf! :-)

--TwoDragons

Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at December 14, 2005 03:45 PM

I'm sorry to post so late, but I've been in study groups all day....thanks for the updates, and I'm so glad your Dad is doing well and giving the hospital a hard time, as only a Cuban can!

Oh and Val, don't be humbled....don't you know we love you? You share your life with us everyday, we are family. You are the Dad, we are the kids.

Posted by: adriana at December 14, 2005 05:28 PM

Just read the post, sorry to hear about your Dad's accident, but even more glad to hear that he's going to be OK.

Best get well soon wishes to Sr. Prieto.

Posted by: Robert at December 14, 2005 05:51 PM

Sign the cast for me:

Get well soon from Aries37

Posted by: Aries37 at December 14, 2005 05:51 PM

So glad you're Dad will be ok, but will you? I can't imagine the panic you (and your Mom) went through. Thank God he is alright. Will be thinking of him and you. Tell him next time to let the truck GO...it'll be easier on your gray hair and his knees.

Posted by: Kathleen A at December 14, 2005 07:10 PM

You're a good son, Val.

Give 'em hell, Val's Dad!

Posted by: Keith at December 14, 2005 07:44 PM

Val,

Glad to hear that your father is fine! our prayers are with your family! Remember, 30 people from my family comming over for noche buena!(just kidding, thought you would need a little laugh today!)

Posted by: Alfredo at December 14, 2005 10:37 PM

So happy to hear he is ok. Your father is like my father. Oy. God bless him.

Posted by: Priscilla at December 15, 2005 03:18 AM

Prayers for your dad, Val. Just got back from visiting Daniel in Yaracuy, have not seen blogs for 3 days.

You are a great writer, Val.

Posted by: A.M. Mora y Leon at December 15, 2005 03:38 AM

Val, "Que tremendo susto", we found out kinda right away because your mom called Aida then she called Adriana. From the scuttlebutt I suppose he is OK, Asturiano duro, what else!

We are going down to Pepe's next Thursday to roast a Lechoncito. We overcame the women's protest as they wanted a "piernita" and little work. Jorge is also coming down. Emilio Jose is living in "sunny" North Carolina but cant make it down, too much work.

See you all, God willing and tell Coso to get well.

See ya, Emilio

PS: Jorge said Emilio Jose poured antifreeze on his iced up windshield, what a mess. Adriana told Emilio Jose to call Nuria and get some "tips" on how to survive in the ccooold winters!!

Posted by: Emilio at December 19, 2005 03:40 PM