Last summer our son fell on the railroad tie in the driveway and cracked his head open on an acorn. He opens the front door whimpering, and there was blood all over his head, hair and body. The mom in me springs into action ~ I rush him into the kitchen and start flushing the area with water to try to assess exactly how bad it is. I realize the wound is terribly close to the temple and whisper a word of praise that he had not been injured worse. I sit him down with a cold compress and tell him to hold it. Where’s the baby? Get her in the car. Where’s Scott? Up by the road trimming the lawn. “SCOTT” I scream. No response. I run back into the house for the dazed and still bleeding little boy. I carry him to the car “SCOTT” I scream again ~ twice this time. No response from him.
However, my screams had not elicited a complete lack of response from the neighborhood. Our neighbors from across the street came running lickety-split; cell phones in hand to dial 911. Still Scott is working away on the lawn. Little did I know another of our neighbors who is a state patrolman was headed to the house to “save me from whoever was attacking me”. I did not realize the lungs I have on me! I still feel embarrassed when I think about how much trouble I caused because I was in such a panic. But I am more grateful for the kindness and selflessness of our friends and neighbors who live around us.
Poor kid couldn’t have stitches because the acorn had made a little puncture wound, but in the end all is well. It’s the little ways God shows His hand of protection. You just never know what a day will bring!
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