This is Brian Webb, Kara’s husband and Brian’s brother-in-law (they call me Brian T. for obvious reasons). I have a quick report. On Saturday, I went with Brian’s dad and uncle to recover Brian’s personal items from the wrecked car. This isn’t intended to be a morbid or sensational post; rather, I want to express to you the gravity of the miracle that Brian is even alive at all.
Out of the 100 or so cars on the wreck lot, Brian’s car is hands down the most wrecked (the tow truck guy driving us to it agreed). Out of all the places that Brian could have hit that pole, he hit square on his driver-side door. Out of all the places that Brian could have been positioned, where he must have been was the only one where he could have lived.
The car is “squeezed” lengthwise, with the hood and the truck buckled upward about 30 degrees. His door has a semicircle dent in it the size of half of a 50 gallon drum (door is displaced about 18 inches into him). The steering wheel is buckled so far down it was pushing his seat down 6 inches, just to the right of where he was. Brian must have been completely sandwiched between the door and the steering wheel. One inch either way and we’d have a very different outcome.
It was a very shaking experience for us, but the more I looked at it, the more powerful and calming impression I had that we got to keep Brian. Praise God! We got to keep him!