(I wrote this around 12:30pm today but didn't post it immediately because we needed to wait before telling others)
Today is parent/teacher conference day. I was all ready to write a witty anecdote about an adventurous tri-lingual p/t meeting I had yesterday. It was going to be awesome.
But about an hour ago, one of our staff kids, a 5th grader, had an accident. He fell about 30 feet and hit his head. He was out playing with his friends.
We are asking...begging that he is healed. That his lungs work properly and he can breath on his own. That his brain and spinal cord are spared from any permanent damage. That his body is completely whole. That the family can get to a better medical facility.
And now we wait. We wait to see where they'll take him to get the best medical care. We wait to find out what, if any, damage there is. We wait to see what HE is going to do.
I beg you to lift this little boy up, his parents, his sisters and brother, the other kids that witnessed the accident, our community. The way we are all intertwined here, it's not like this is just happening to someone I know or work with. It's happening to me. To my family. Each of us feels that way. A part of us has been damaged.
We covet your thoughts.