Phones ringing in the middle of the night
One those horrible things, one of the worst fears is the phone call late at night.
Last night, the fears were real, and the reality was tragedy for my company.
Whilst driving down (he never drives at night – he always leaves in the morning, WHY did he change that??) past Adelaide River, (he never uses the Dorat Road – why last night??) our maintenance supervisor and another mechanic were involved in a serious accident. ( He had just turned 40.. not 30, please, please, get that right).
I can see how it would have happened.. Simon’s Landcruiser, a big white 100 series, with our name on the side. The one I drove hell for leather to get back the night of the Slide, that brought people out. Swerving..over-correcting.. then rolling off one of those edges that make me cringe about driving in the dark in the Territory.
The phone calls are all about the same thing… no one willing to believe it but picturing how he could have been thrown from the car.
All indications are that he died instantly. But how instantly is that?
Yes.. he had a wife.. and two small boys… One of whom he had taken to the doctor two weeks and held while the doctor pulled a length of clingwrap from his nose… Funny the things you remember.
The other guy was let go home this morning.