I got one of those phone calls last night. Like a Gambling wheel you don't know how bad it is until the dice come to rest. A little boy passed away. He has played in this house, been fed, was the apple of his Daddie's eye.
He was a very very smart little boy. I asked my mother this morning about this; about another loss in another time that had impacted my family so deeply. 40 years ago a little boy died after an operation. He bled to death. Too much blood loss. The Mother turned to God and never looked back; this boy was beloved, everyone loved him, he was very very smart. How simple a thing to lose a life. How easy to lose the best. When they are ahead of themselves and growing fast, full of love like a gusher.
The little boy who died was digging a hole in his backyard like all of us have done. Something went wrong, a bank failed and the cave-in suffocated the child. I can easily see him digging that hole. With Gusto. Damn the torpedos, we're going to China. He was a brown haired bright kid. J. When he was two he toilet trained himself. I laughed at that; my yuppie neighbors had a kid who could clean up after himself and he was just two years old. I have a kid who if he could, would hire a lawyer to stretch the process out.
But I have a kid. IT could happen to any one of us, and when it happens, we know that. It hurts.
Prayers for the family of J tonight. We know we are here and others are not.
And that puts politics at the office, at the forum, with the salesman, or anywhere into perspective. That puts the Key- scratch on your new car into perspective. IT puts TV and Stereo and houses and nations into perspective.
We are all of us here, doing the best we can, with a little kindness.
munk
He was a very very smart little boy. I asked my mother this morning about this; about another loss in another time that had impacted my family so deeply. 40 years ago a little boy died after an operation. He bled to death. Too much blood loss. The Mother turned to God and never looked back; this boy was beloved, everyone loved him, he was very very smart. How simple a thing to lose a life. How easy to lose the best. When they are ahead of themselves and growing fast, full of love like a gusher.
The little boy who died was digging a hole in his backyard like all of us have done. Something went wrong, a bank failed and the cave-in suffocated the child. I can easily see him digging that hole. With Gusto. Damn the torpedos, we're going to China. He was a brown haired bright kid. J. When he was two he toilet trained himself. I laughed at that; my yuppie neighbors had a kid who could clean up after himself and he was just two years old. I have a kid who if he could, would hire a lawyer to stretch the process out.
But I have a kid. IT could happen to any one of us, and when it happens, we know that. It hurts.
Prayers for the family of J tonight. We know we are here and others are not.
And that puts politics at the office, at the forum, with the salesman, or anywhere into perspective. That puts the Key- scratch on your new car into perspective. IT puts TV and Stereo and houses and nations into perspective.
We are all of us here, doing the best we can, with a little kindness.
munk
