On July 30, 2007, my beloved father , Bill Tichy, was in a tragic auto accident that occurred on Route 22A in Bridport. Dad spent 4 weeks in the ICU at Fletcher Allen Hospital and was later transported to a rehabilitation facility in Agawam, Massachusetts. We are hopeful that he will make a full recovery.
I would like to take a moment to thank everyone who came to his aid that day. There were a number of people who got out of their vehicles to assist him prior to the arrival of the emergency team. I do not know your names, but I saw some of your faces. My father and I were traveling in separate vehicles from his home in Massachusetts to my home in Vermont. I was less than a half hour behind him on the very same road.
When I approached the scene, Dads car had already been removed and he was in route to Porter Hospital. I had no way of knowing that it was my father who had been involved in the accident. I am grateful to those of you who took the time to support him as he waited for medical attention. He had to have been terrified and I know that your kindness was a comfort to him.
I want to thank the rescue squad for getting him to Porter Hospital so quickly. I also want to thank the fine people at Porter Hospital who worked so diligently to transport him safely to Fletcher Allen. Dad arrived within minutes after I did and I was told he needed emergency surgery. I truly appreciated the honesty of the staff when they told me the severity of his injuries and the likelihood that he would not survive. You allowed me enough time to hold a phone to his ear so that my brother could talk to him, and then you gave me a moment to hold his hand before you took him into the operating room. Thank you for that. It could have very well been the last time I would ever see him.
I was appreciative of the counselors who offered to sit with me in the waiting room while Dad was undergoing surgery. You respected my need for privacy so that I could call my family in Massachusetts, and understood why I declined your services.
I will be forever in debt to the team of doctors and nurses who performed the surgery on Dads torn aorta. What you did was nothing short of a miracle and I thank you for saving his life. In the weeks that followed, I was so grateful for the excellent care my father received by each and every one of you in the ICU. You were such a comfort to him and to my family.
Many thanks to the social workers who took the time to listen to my fathers wishes with regards to where he wanted to be placed for rehabilitation. The facility he was transported to in Massachusetts, is a place he is very familiar with. He spent the latter part of 2006 there, each and every day, while his beloved wife, and my stepmother, was dying of cancer.
To my dearest and closest friends, I thank you too. Many of you sat on the phone with me that night while Dad was in surgery. Some of you watched my son Ryan so that I could get back and forth to the hospital in the weeks that followed. And some of you simply sent a card, an email, or took the time to call. None of it will ever be forgotten.
Last, but not least, I want to thank Ron Germond and his wife Melissa. I did not realize that anyone else had been injured in the accident until I contacted the police department a week later. At that time, I was given Rons name and a business number to contact him at. Ron was kind enough to return my call and speak with me about the unfortunate incident. He had suffered injuries on that day as well, but when people were approaching him and offering their aid, he directed them to my father. He thought more of my Dads needs and less of his own. Throughout our conversation, he gave me that same courtesy. Shortly after the day we spoke, my husband and I received a card from Ron and his wife Melissa. They told me they were praying for my Dads recovery.
This might just be the longest thank you message to ever be placed in the Addison Eagle and thats okay. If my father were able, he would shake each and every one of your hands and thank you himself. You all played a part in saving his life that day, and my Dad, myself, and my family, will be forever grateful.
I am so proud to be a part of the surrounding communities who worked so hard to help my father in his time of need. My name is Debbie Baringer and I live in Panton. If there is ever anything I can do for you, please dont hesitate to contact me.