Children

     The death or near death of any person is tragic for their loved ones and those close to them. Recently my youngest child was in a near fatal auto accident, he ran up under a semi at 75 miles an hour, he had to be cut out of his truck while a large wrecker lifted the semi's trailer up. It was over an hour and a half before we knew if he would even live long enough to be extracted from the wreck. The interstate was closed down and he was helicoptered from the wreck site and then hours at the trauma unit before we knew the extent of his injuries.
     Multiple facial fractures and lacerations, two broken arms (open fractures) broken hand, broken leg (just one), lacerated spleen. The first people on the scene were not expecting any one to have survived and were shocked that he was talking to them throughout the rescue process. He is a Paramedic and was able to help them access his injuries and clearly follow their directions.
     As his Dad I felt it was my responsibility to remain calm and supportive of the rest of the family these past few weeks,I did a good job.....until.....he asked me "Well,Pop how does it feel to have your youngest kid almost die ?" after the chill bumps came the tears.
     Children are never to die before their parents, right or wrong, unconditionally we are to love and nurture them be they five or fifty. My heart and deepest sympathy to anyone who has ever lost a child or nearly lost one , to be otherwise would be hardhearted and cruel.
      All of us know we witnessed a miracle, they do still happen.
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R E S P E C T

Much is said today about TOLERANCE- We are told we should tolerate all kinds of behaviors we see and hear about. What does this really mean and it it as it should be.
  Tolerance-The act or capacity of enduring; endurance. This really seems to have a negative connotation, We dislike something but must endure it, traffic, weather, insects and other things. When we apply it to people perhaps what we should be looking to do is find RESPECT for others and a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward those whose opinions, practices, race, religion, nationality, etc., differ from one's own; freedom from bigotry.

A.A.A.D.D. – Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

I decide to wash my car. As I start toward to the garage, I notice
that there is mail on the hall table. I decide to go through the
mail before I wash the car.

 

I lay my car keys down on the table, put the junk mail in the trash
can under the table, and notice that the trash can is full.

So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the
trash first, but then I think that since I’m going to be near the
mailbox when I take out the trash anyway, I may as well pay the bills
first.

 

I take my checkbook off the table and see that there is only one check
left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, o I go to my
desk where I find the can of Coke that I had been drinking. I’m going
to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I
don’t accidentally knock it over.

I see that the Coke is getting warm, and I decide I should put it in the
refrigerator to keep it cold.

 

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the
counter catches my eye–they need to be watered.

 

I set the Coke down on the counter and I discover my reading
glasses that I’ve been searching for all morning.

 

I decide I’d better put them back on my desk, but first I’m going to
water the flowers.

 

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water,
and suddenly I spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.

 

I realize that tonight, when we go to watch TV, we will be looking for
the remote, but nobody will remember that it’s on the kitchen table, so

I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I’ll
water the flowers.

 

I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor.

So, I set the remote back down on the table, get some towels and wipe up
the spill.

 

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

 

At the end of the day; the car isn’t washed, the bills aren’t paid,
there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers aren’t watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook,

I can’t find the remote, I can’t find my glasses, and I don’t remember
what I did with the car keys.

 

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I’m really
baffled because I know I was busy all day long and I’m really tired. I
realize this is a serious problem, and I’ll try to get some help for it,
but first I’ll check my e-mail.

 

 

Don’t laugh – if this isn’t you yet, your day is coming!