This afternoon around 1:30 pm I got a phone call from someone I didn't know
Her: Hi, um, do you have a son named Owen?
Me: yeesss, why?
Her: Um, he's lost and I found him on the highway and brought him to the Dairy Queen.
Her: he said he was trying to get home
Me: ok I'll be right there (feeling like I am about to pass out from sheer terror)
So I hang up the phone and scream at my husband "Owen is lost and at Dairy Queen and some woman found him and can you call the school and find out why on earth my son is at Dairy Queen instead of in school with them and why no one called us!!"
And then I frantically climbed into our stupid non-heated van through the passenger side door because the stupid door handle on the driver's side doesn't work and drove to the Dairy Queen. I sprinted inside and saw my son sitting with the wonderful good samaritan and said "Owen, honey, WHY are you at Dairy Queen and not at SCHOOL??" and then I grabbed him and hugged him and thanked the woman and Owen sobbed and I cried and the woman said "you're welcome" and left.
Owen explained that he had wanted his sled at recess and so he tried to walk home to get it but he got lost. He told me that he tried to call me but the phone wouldn't let him. He had tried to use a payphone and of course didn't know about the whole "adding money" rule. Then the very kind woman had noticed my son on the side of the trans-freaking-Canada highway and stopped and brought him inside the Dairy Queen.
Then she phoned me and told me she had my son.
I love that woman. I totally can't remember her name right now but she is an angel.
It is -29 degrees here today people. That is waaayy to cold for a child to be wandering around. Especially on the side of busy streets.
I brought my son back to the school where his terrified teacher was waiting with tears in her eyes.
Owen had gone out for recess and never came back in. They had discovered his absence just minutes before I got him from the DQ. They were about to call the police.
When the teacher asked the kids where Owen was his best friend answered "Oh, he went home to get his sled". It was at that point that the teachers started to panic. Owen's teacher and his teacher from last year both ran outside to search for him and when they couldn't find him were on their way to the office and that is when my husband called.
I just got back from sitting down with Owen's teacher, his last year's teacher and the vice-principal. We all cried. This is so not something Owen does.
I am beyond grateful to that woman who stopped and made sure my son was ok. I am thankful for the wonderful school staff who care about my son so much that they actually cried. I am incredibly thankful to God for His protection over my son.
I still can't stop shaking.
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