The Worst Day Of My Life

Topics: Family, Mother, James Horner Pages: 6 (2141 words) Published: April 24, 2014

The Worst Day of My Life
I wish I could say I would never forget but truthfully some of it I have or actually maybe I have not forgotten but more like tucked it away in my unconscious mind and only think about it when triggered. I am talking experiencing the worst day of my life! It happened Aug 19, 2005 which I actually had to ask my mom the exact date because I have totally blocked it out. I am speaking of a horrific accident that my oldest son Kestan now 14, when he was 8 yrs old put his hand in a electric meat grinder and lost more than half of his hand! I suffer from PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is defined as a disorder that follows a distressing event outside the range of normal human experience and that is characterized by features such as intense fear, avoidance of stimuli associated with the event, and reliving of the event. I do not talk about it often unless asked because to this day it is just so painful to think or talk about for my but my son Kestan on the on the other hand ( no pun intended) will tell you in a heart beat what happened without skipping any details and has been this open about it since it happened.

As a matter of fact I remember sitting in a restaurant and Kestan had a cast on now mind you he did not have fingers sticking out like most people do when they have a cast on but instead the end of his cast was shaped like a round ball because he did not have any fingers that needed to stick out, anyhow a man came up to our table and said “excuse me but can I ask what happened to his hand because his cast is very odd looking with the round end and all” , well before I could even open my mouth Kestan then 8blurted out “ I CHOPPED MY HAND OFF IN A MEAT GRINDER” and went back to eating like it was nothing. Of course his dad and I further explained what had happened. What had happened exactly was my now ex-husband, Kestan’s Dana Kretchmar 2

dad and I were owners of a Steak house in West Texas town called Gorman population 1200!  Being the owners of a Steak House we ordered meat and would cut our own steaks daily and the part we did not use for steaks we would grind up and use for hamburgers or even sell it to the local people. On this particular day I was at the back of the restaurant and our younger son was with his grandma, and Kestan was at the restaurant with me because his dad was working and wanted to spend some time with him. While in the kitchen prepping the steaks for the night,Kestan was helping his dad by putting the meat into the grinder as he had done before and  knew he needed to be safe and use the long round tool to push the meat down his dad not but a inch away if even that when devastation hit. Mind you I was in another side of the restaurant and in the back with the door shut and music on and heard the loud screams of my son and his dad yelling but could not make out what was being said, so I walked out to see what was going on and was meet by my ex-husband carrying my son with a towel rapped around his hand soaked in blood screaming we gotta go we gotta go and go now !  I just stood there and couldn’t move not really not sure what I just saw.  After a second I took off running after them to the car and there they sat in the front seat my ex-husband looking like he had just seen a ghost and my son just as pale not crying but silent! I saw the blood tinged towel and started yelling what happened…what happened but only silence. Finally my son calm as could be I stuck my hand in the meat grinder mommy and it is bleeding. I looked over at his dad and he didn’t have to say a word I just knew and without  words his look said it all and I lost it!!

The hospital was 20 minutes from where we lived at that time and they were not equipped for any kind of trauma like this. I drove like a bat out of hell and was not stopping for Dana Kretchmar3
anything even a 18 wheeler coming head on toward us while passing a car around a curve and all the while a...
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