I’m sure by now you have all heard about the horror that hit Minneapolis last Wednesday night. I’ve driven and ridden across that bridge so many times… and my husband had driven across it that morning.
On his way home he decided to take a different parallel bridge (the one on the left in the picture just below)- that and about 10 minutes, maybe less, made all the difference in the world! Had he left just a few minutes later… and had he stayed on 35 rather than try to manuever around a little bit of traffic…
(Photos from Associated Press)
My brother-in-law crosses (well, crossed…) that bridge every time he went to or came home from work.
A dear friend from church, was in her van with her 6 children, on her way to the airport to pick up her husband, she pulled off just before that bridge to run through a drive-thru… something inside her said ‘you should get the food now rather than later…’ They were a few hundred feet away when it collapsed- and probably would’ve been on it had she not decided to pull off and grab the kids a bite to eat. Needless to say, they were a bit late to church that night… there was a bit of a traffic problem.
It’s all just a little too close for comfort. I was sitting in the van, munching on my barely-semi-healthy fast food before church when the first news report hit. Crunch, crunch… 35W… gulp…near Washington Ave… bridge collapse… what? did she say collapse? Must have been construction? It didn’t occur to me people would’ve been on it… cars in the river… what?! Surely I must’ve heard that wrong…
A friend of my husband’s called his cell- this friend was in Florida, watching the scene unfold on Fox News. He knew my husband was working down right near that bridge that very afternoon, just a couple hours earlier, and thought he would probably take 35W North, right across that bridge as he headed home. He wanted to make sure Dave was okay…
It all still seams so surreal. We went to a Twins game Friday night, as planned, and had to take a detour, it was odd, knowing why I was being rerouted… We passed near the area, and looked over, and couldn’t see the wreckage, but we couldn’t see the bridge either… just the end of the freeway… it was weird, eerie even. There was a picture tribute on the jumbotron-screen-thing, music, and stirring words about how our city has changed forever, how we came together and are stronger for it, it was so 9/11ish- very sobering. There was a moment of silence. It was hard not to cry. It wasn’t an act of terrorism, but it was/is terrifying. It could’ve been my husband, my brother-in-law, or one of my best friends with all of her children.
Praise the Lord for His hand of protection over my family and friends.
Life is precious, hug your kids today!
PS- There are some incredible local new stories-