HEART ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kendall, my friend Val and her two daughters and I just drove home from the Great Wolf Lodge in Charlotte. One light away from our turn, on Hwy 55, eight cop cars with lights flashing turn onto Carpenter Fire Station Road right in front of us. We comment that something major must be going on and I look at the clock and remark, "I hope Justin is out of school and all is okay there". (The intersection is very close to his middle school) Two more cops pass us heading in that direction and then, we turn into our neighborhood and see a helicopter flying in that direction. I think of Columbine and pray Justin's school ended and he got on his bus. It's just barely that time he should be getting off the bus in the neighborhood. I drop off the other family and get home and first thing I say to Keith is, "is Justin home?". He says "no, he just texted me that he's at school in his 7th period class on lockdown". I almost passed out on the spot. No kidding. Keith told me that Justin said he is safe and doesn't know why but they are in their classrooms on lockdown. Since then, we've learned on the news that a bank very close to the school was robbed and there is a hostage situation (happened two minutes before the school bell rang), so they sent all kids back to their classrooms and won't release them until the situation is under control. So, though I know he's safe, it was such a scary experience that I am shaking as I type this, tears flowing down my face- those minutes of not knowing what was happening, thinking something could be terribly unsafe for your child. Neighbors calling in a panic wondering if you know why there are so many police cars heading towards your childs' school and they aren't home when they should be. Thank you, Lord, for keeping the children safe. My head is still spinning. I am still shaking. I can't wait to get my hands on my son............

(thanks for reading. i had to do something to calm myself, so i wrote. it may be a rambling post with poorly formed sentences. but i feel half a percent better having written.)