My good friend and co-worker was invloved in a hit and run car accident yesterday. It was a police chase and the suspects hit my friends car. I got to work this morning and found out that It was my freinds car that was hit. The jaws of life had to be used to pull her out of the car. The suspects that hit her ran a stop light and broad sided her on the drivers side. She went through extensive tests all day today. She was in excruciating pain in her hip and back. The Dr. had to make sure she didn't have internal bleeding. All day I prayed for my friend Chantala. (everyone calls her La) She lights up whenever I call her by her full name. Just yesterday we were at work talking about motherhood and how she felt. Even though she is a refugee from Laos come to Canada, and can't speak the language very well, we have much in common. She is a woman, and a mother and she knows what it's like to love her kids and worry about them. We were talking about this at work yesterday. We were also laughing about the guy who left his undrewear on the floor and we had to clean his room. At 4:00 Pm.we said goodbye wishing each other a good night. God knew that on her way home she would be involved an accident. As I watched the news last night I had no idea it was my friend that was involved in the wreck. I'm still waiting to hear how she is. Tomorrow I will go to the hospital to try and get an update. I'll take her a gift. It was such a reality check of how things in life go. Tonight I called to her to see how she was. The latest news is she will be okay. She will be off work for possibly months. Wow. Strange thing is as I was driving to work this morning Cantala was on my mind. I was smiling as I thought about our talks and our joking. When I got to work I thought it strange that La wasn't there yet. She is always early. Then I heard the news. Poor La. I'm praying for you.