Shattered Shards Everywhere

A peaceful evening was interrupted with the horrible sound of shattering glass. What shattered downstairs? In a second's time, my mind went through a mental list--the picture on the wall, the glass doors of the cupboards, windows, and I tried to think of all the precious glass objects downstairs. The next instant I was leaping down the stairs two at a time to find all eight persons of our household some running and some huddled around Alli and behind her a huge jagged hole in the glass on her bedroom door. Talk about making a person feel shaky. I felt myself getting faint as I was bandaging up all the little scrapes and cuts, but I felt incredibly thankful that she was alright. Amazing how many bandaids we used. Somehow her shoulder had hit the glass and it shattered cutting her shoulder, foot, and hands. Freak accident. Poor little thing. Her teeth were chattering and she was quite traumatized. I'm still a little worried about her eye. She was rubbing it and rubbing it, but we couldn't see anything at all. We'll see how it is tomorrow. I rocked her big as she is and tried to reassure her, but I'm sure it isn't going to be easy for her to put it out of her mind and go to sleep.

Note: This morning, Alli came chirping up the stairs, "Mamma, look what I found in the corner of my eye? It looks like some plastic or something." Yes, it was a small piece of glass, I'm sure. It must have floated around all night and she picked it out this morning. I'm so thankful. I was envisioning going to the emergency room and trying to communicate in Polish what was going on. Thank you, Lord!