Welcome to the Scharrer family's real life story! Most of our story is written for, and about, our four kids and the spice they add to our lives. It's our story of happiness, craziness, and sometimes ridiculousness. We've journaled through childbirth, the terrible two's, private school (and our public school experience), an autism diagnosis, medical school, residency, and long-term mission work in Africa.

Now we're following a new adventure, which involves a 45 foot motorcoach, homeschool, and as many ski slopes as we can go down in one year.

For posts from while we were living in Zimbabwe and updates about our future plans in Zimbabwe, please see our mission blog...

www.ourzimbabwejourney.blogspot.com.





05 March 2010

Dinner with Kerry

Last night Erik and I met up for dinner with my cousin, Kerry. Kerry is a surgeon in West Virginia and was here for a conference. I haven't seen him in about a year. It was so good to catch up with him! He's always been like a big brother to me and last night was no different as he sat Erik down and made sure that he was treating me right and making smart decisions for our family. Kerry has been through medical school, all while married with children, too, so he can relate to us in many different aspects. I wish that Kerry lived closer and that we'd get to see him more.
Erik and I had to drive separate to dinner because he was coming from the hospital and I was coming from our house, but we followed each other home. As I was following him, we were on an on ramp when a car in front of us fishtailed, did a 360 and then hit a light pole. Erik had to slam on the breaks to avoid hitting that car, sending him sliding, as did I, and everyone else behind us. I was so scared because there was no where to go besides into each other. Luckily, I have no idea how, but luckily Erik and I made it out without getting hit or hitting anyone. The light pole that was hit fell RIGHT in front of Erik's car and was bouncing around, but didn't hit his car. The light pole actually fell right across the road, blocking it so that we couldn't go through. We sat there until the police came and looked over the scene and removed the pole.

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