Each day is something special. The seasons, the weather or people around you flavor each day with its own special seasoning.
My three-year old son, got away from me as I was shopping in the fresh vegetable market, I called him, but he was in the mood for a game of tag. He ran between two cars, his intentions were clear. A motor-cycle, speeding down the road would have caught him and thrown him to his death. I screamed. He stopped surprised. Tragedy, avoided.
Memories of years and seasons come to mind as I think of change …
My three-year old son, got away from me as we were having our vaccinations. He hated inoculations, the very sight of a needle terrorized him. The parking lot was filled with cars. We searched for him, finding him hidden beneath a jeep. I shouted at him and he came out with a whimper. Tragedy, avoided.
Three sons, each their own tale to tell…each their near-miss with tragedy.
My three-year old son, playing super-man in his bed-room. He decided to fly from the poor-boy to his bed. Unfortunately he missed the mattress and hit his face against the bed post. He let out a yell! When I came to his room, his face bloodied, his front teeth caved in. I got our driver to take us to the mission hospital some 60 miles away. The dentist attended him … going home we went near a village. The villagers, blocking the road, told us we had to take another way back home as they were “at war” with their neighbors, who had stolen some sheep … we arrived safely. Tragedy, avoided.
Now, each one is a man and they have their own their personal bits of history, which may or may not one day be told. Their own near tragedies and their own changes. And life continues.
spring becomes summer
the same street looks different
puddles in the street