When the sidewalk is only a ledge.

Saturday night, just past the Monteagle mountain on the interstate before the Manchester exit, there was a bad car wreck. Traffic was at a stand-still. After an hour people become restless, wanting to see what has happened. My husband and son were two of those people. We were on a part of the interstate that was being reconstructed. There were concrete walls, barriers, and such. My son wanted to go see what had happened so he decided to cross this wall, about 2 feet in height. My husband followed but immediately started falling as it was only a ledge, not a walkway. As my husband held on for dear life, he realized his son was going to follow. My husband is a big, strong, man, especially if necessity calls on him to protect someone, there really is none stronger. As my husband pulled himself up he grabbed my son's shirt just in time as he stepped off the ledge as well. In all of this confusion, my son thinks his dad is being funny, acting like he had fallen, but as he is dangling, he realized this has all gone wrong, there is no walkway only air. My husband is able to pull our son to the ledge again and then they climb back over the wall. I have sat in the car watching all of this take place. I am sick. I am so overwhelmed with what is going on. A bystander comes over with a flashlight. As we look over the wall, it is a 20 foot drop to concrete and rocks. I start to cry. I am overcome with gratitude. My son and husband could have both died in an instant, or been critically injured. Such an innocent mistake. My hands start shaking as a write this story. My husband the old, used to be star football player, the one who led the team in tackles, had just snatched our son and himself from the jaws of death. The strenght in his arms and hands were beyond comprehension as he pulled himself up and clung to his son for dear life. I realize the power in God and miracles. I am here today, writing this story in total belief of protection from Him. He gave my husband strength and wisdom in a matter of one second. Many might have panicked, but my husband felt instinct, survival, and the protection of a father. As the event has been talked about, I feel less shakey and weak. I look at the scrapes on my husband and his limped walk, and count my blessings. I cherish life and what did not occur. My children will forever remember the ledge, they thought was a sidewalk. And my son will never forget the grip his daddy had on him. It was life or death, and his daddy did not let go.