Changing of Tides

A moment ago I was delving into a controversial piece of scripture, blogging to my heart's content about things so interesting and so life-changing. Suddenly the Final Fantasy Victory Fanfare played. My Mom was calling. I thought, "Yes, Mom, I am off at 3:00. You don't need to call just to make sure. I would have called if it would have changed...", as is the common routine. Right on cue she asks when I am off and says something I cannot understand. My phone was dying so I told her I would just talk to her when she gets here. Then she asks me if I had heard about Dave. Dave is one of the worship leaders at the church I used to attend with my parents. He loves his hymns, but tries to be hip with new contemporary songs from 7 or 8 years ago despite his deaf ear and difficult time keeping a beat. We always picked on Dave because of the way he held out his "s's" in his seemingly overzealous prayers and made everything sound so meaningful and maybe almost painful in a way. His heart is always with the Lord, though. He is so loving and I have always admired his devotion, even if I did snicker at the jokes.
Have I heard about Dave...? No. No, I have not. What about Dave? Dave was hit on his bike. My own arm and neck tingled as my Mother explained he was in OHSU in critical condition, his arm and neck broken. My automatic response to visit was shut down as they are allowing no one but family in. Stupid critical status. I was tempted to cuss there...Maybe incredulous works better.
You never know what can happen. Or at least so says my Mom. I just can't picture it. Dave hurt? Health-conciouss-everybody-can't- help-but-get-along-with-because-he-is-just-too-good-of-a-person Dave? dave I just saw visiting worship practice and choir? Not in a hospital bed. Not in critical condition. Not being able to visit. Ugh....This one might take a while to sink in.