As a parent, you never know when your kids will get hurt, but you are always waiting for it on some level. (And when you have a 2.5 yr old son like mine, you wait for it every day.)
We explored a new place last night, a walking trail (mostly concrete) around a man-made lake. It had been raining off and on, and past their bedtime, so we took one last photo of the kids before heading for the car. Our son then decided to run up a wet rock and slipped, falling head first on the concrete with a loud & sickening CRACK. (Yes, lots of blood immediately everywhere.)
Friends, there’s so many good people out there.
Thank you to the couple who were passing by, who stopped and immediately asked if they should call 911. They called, talked with us and the dispatchers, waited with us and directed the ambulance & paramedics to where we were.
Thank you to the young girl on her skateboard who passed by, and stayed just to quietly hold a big umbrella over us as it rained. Her smiles of comfort for our 4 yr old daughter helped so much, too. (Thanks to, I think, her dad, who gave us the umbrella to keep when the paramedics got there.)
Thank you to the man who stopped to ask what our son’s fav show was, so he could pull it up on his phone to help him stop crying. (Who knew I would be actually grateful for damn Blippi.)
Thank you to the man who stopped and said he lived nearby, if we needed to take our son there or if he needed to run home to grab first-aid supplies.
Thank you to the paramedics for their ongoing work in the world right now, in this situation, and for giving him a teddy bear after he wouldn’t stop crying in the ambulance.
Thank you to this rainbow for showing up immediately after the ambulance left, carting my son off to the hospital, and making me feel all the feels. 😭❤️🌈
Everyone’s fine now and home (with stitches) and we are grateful.
Don’t give up on humanity. We met a lot of helpers tonight. 🙏❤️🙌🏼
Pausing along the Maple Ridge / Pitt Meadows Dyke trails to breathe in the mountain fog.
Right now, this is my church.
On my bike, sweating down these trails, God and I have it out.
Almost every day.
My most visceral aches.
My wildest dreams.
My tender hopes.
My loud celebrations and my quiet grief.
My beautiful questions, my untamed excitement, and my honest heartbreak.
Something about this mountain air, it’s healing.
We can do this.
We can do hard things.
I hope you’re hanging in there, friends.
And I hope you are finding your church too. ❤️🌈 🚲
Like many, many people, I grew up watching “The Carol Burnett Show”. My parents always had always loved those comedy shows, and while I may not have understood some [most] of the sketches they did, I could not help but love this wacky, loud, fun-loving female host who would not hesitate to make herself look ridiculous for a laugh. But there was kindness in her too – it was never mean-spirited comedy, just silly for the sake of fun. To this day I still remember dying laughing at the sketch of her playing the game “Sorry”, or her wearing the famed “Gone With the Wind” dress – more for her facial expression than anything else!
As I grew older, I followed her career and got excited to see her in a few films and even when she would guest-star on TV shows like “Touched By An Angel”. Last year, my wonderful wife sent me a link to check out – Carol Burnett was doing one live show in 2014 – and it was in Seattle. We HAD to go!!
In my excitement leading up to the show, I did a sketch of her [see above] in the famous dress 🙂 She did not disappoint! At age 81, she almost danced out on stage [in high heels!], and proceeded to regale her favourite sketches from her show, her most memorable moments, and answered any and all questions the packed-out audience had for her.
What an AMAZING night! Thank you Carol, for adding so much joy and laughter into this world of ours!