Awhile later, I got a call from Princess Diva (mother of my grands, Kick Back Dude's ex). She said Kick Back Dude had been in an accident on the freeway while driving from her house back to his dad's. She didn't have a lot of information, although it was reassuring to hear that he'd called her. She said he sounded shaken, but that he was not injured. WTG (Kick Back Dude's dad, my ex) went over to where he was. It was a five car accident...I guess this big rig came right into his lane...right into him...not sure how the other cars were involved. But Kick Back Dude is fine. His car was even drivable, although severly damaged.
You can't see what is going on in this picture very well...it is from WTG's phone and of course, it is dark. But what you are looking at is Kick Back Dude's little Dodge Neon, with a very large truck smashed into his driver's side door.
So, you see what I mean about perspective. This could have been so, so, so much worse. But it wasn't. And I find that in the end, that is all that really matters. I'm so grateful.