A Little History:
Our story begins in Pocatello, Idaho, circa 1972, when the lovely Debby Christensen agreed to a first, though fateful date with admirer, David Croshaw. Long story-short, he bade her follow him, and they went arm-in-arm to the Logan, Utah temple for establishment of an eternal family unit, Generation 1, on May 23 1973.

From their first blissful summer in Salt Lake City, educational pursuits took them to Provo/Orem, Utah, birthplace of Leslie and Rebecca, and to San Francisco/Oakland California, birthplace of Colin and Matt. Then, for establishment of livelihood, expansion of the tribe with Abby and Dana, and for raising/unifying of Generation 2, it was back to the roots in Pocatello for a rewarding sojourn.

In time, driven by a raging, but commonly shared sense of adventure and independence, one-by-one, Generation 2 escaped the homeland to distant regions of the country and the world, each ultimately developing their own tribal expansions by pairing with worthy mates and initiating Generation 3.

Now sensing fulfillment of their purpose in Pocatello, Generation 1 has also left those roots and transplanted to Cascade Idaho, from which base, they anticipate more abundant contact with The Posterity, Generations 2 and 3, in the future. That contact however, awaits fulfillment of a call to LDS missionary service in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, wherein they hope to help the state of the world by sharing the love of Jesus Christ.

So now, including Generation 0 (Grandma and Grandpa Christensen) home base includes Yuma, Arizona, Pocatello, Idaho, Cascade, Idaho, Vancouver, BC, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Spokane, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, back to Boise, Idaho, and on and on (Generation 3+) to infinity.

Our Mission Statement:
This is the blog of our eternal family unit. Initiated years ago, it served well as a journal, but even more so, as an archive of our personal interaction. It was a gathering place, a confabulation instrument, a unifying force for four generations of widely dispersed and progressively prolific posterity, and their valued associates. Though it served these purposes well for many years, it eventually took a back seat to new-kids-on-the-block, Facebook, and Instagram, and was sadly forgotten.

We now move to resurrect this blog with an added functional purpose of archiving the missionary experiences of Generation 1, of their movements and activities as they participate with The Gathering of Israel in the land northward. In so doing, we hope that via their own comments and posts, this blog will again serve to gather and unify the posterity and their friends.

As in the past, that the young and vibrant may know the old and tired, that enduring bonds may be fostered and maintained, that experience and encouragement may be openly shared, that posterity may embrace truth, and that hearts may be knit together, we must resist detachment despite our geographic divergence. We shall do so here.

Friday, March 11, 2011

There's a Suburban in my Waiting Room

So, some of you may have heard this news already.  You think you've seen it all, and then one day you find out you were wrong.  It was a relatively quiet morning on what is usually the busiest day at Valley Foot and Ankle.  I was treating a patient in a back room when I heard a low rumbling sound followed by horrifying screams.  I ran to the front, and this is what I saw:

It was like one of those weird dreams where you wake up the next morning and think, "Hmm, that was strange."  The persistent screaming from patients, office staff, etc. assured me however, that it was not a dream.  It was so persistent that I was sure someone was trapped underneath the vehicle, but no, most of it was coming from the driver who still behind the wheel, was emotionally distraught, but otherwise unhurt.  Attempting to park in front of the office, her foot had slipped off the brake and hit the gas.  Literally seconds earlier, there had been two women sitting in the chairs you see just below the vehicle, but one had been called back to a treatment room and the other decided to go to the restroom.

Were it not for their timely departure from their seats, they would have been goners, and this otherwise frightening occurrence would have been a tragedy.  Of course, mom, who is now managing the office, called 911, and before long there were police, rescue personnel and media people everywhere.

There was only one other young patient in the waiting room at the time, sitting in a corner chair just to the right of the bumper.  He was sprayed with glass shards, but since the vehicle entered at an angle, he was otherwise untouched.  The vehicle stopped within an inch of the reception desk, trapping him into the corner, but he was able to get out by climbing over the hood. Two weeks ago while having nail surgery in my office, he had received a cell call offering him a new sports writer job at an Iowa newspaper, and after this follow-up appointment, he planned to drive out there to his new life.  Looks like he's still good to go.  As I was helping him over the hood of the car, he expressed appreciation for all the interesting experiences he had been through in my office.  Never a dull moment.

Outside, the Suburban had gone between a tree and a concrete pillar, and made direct impact with the window, barely missing adjacent bearing structure and brick walls.

The beefy header above the window stopped the forward motion, essentially preventing the vehicle from going completely into the office and through the reception wall, behind which staff were sitting a couple of employees with lots of electronic equipment there.  Lots of near-misses.  Damage to the building is significant, but not structural - mostly glass and stucco.The best part: miraculously, no one was injured.
The fire department extracted the vehicle, a restoration company was there within a half hour to clean up the mess, and we went on with our day's schedule, just a little more grateful for life, and a little more sure that we are all watched over....

...and we got a little more fresh air in the office.  We also got a little free (?) publicity out of the matter - front page of today's Idaho State Journal. Here's the article/video


Crystal said...

Shivers. That is scary! So it sounds like she was wearing some surgic boot? Is it legal to drive with one of those? I am so so so glad everyone was ok!! That really could have been so bad!P

David and Debby said...

The news article says the police ruled out drugs, but I'm not sure the patient was entirely forthcoming about that in her interview, as we have some indication that she had taken a painkiller prior to coming in. The window is a good 30 yards from the parking spot, and to get there she had to jump a curb and go up an incline. Full alertness would have allowed her to stop before reaching the window, even if her foot did slip off the pedal. I don't know of any law in Idaho that says you can't drive in such a surgical shoe, but common sense says you shouldn't, and we always tell them not to drive with it on.

Jason and Dana said...

Wowzer. Its one thong hearing about it, but those pictures are something else.

rebeccaV said...

Wow!!! Those pictures from inside are amazing. I got the chills reading that. Those people were definitely watched over. I'm going to copy this post to my blog!!

Brandon said...

Never a dull moment at Papa Crow's office. Glad everyone was ok. We'll be there to check out the new renovations in August. Hope to sit down and talk with you then.