Well here is an awkward story that happened to me. It ties in with my last post. It was a few years ago, but still makes me shake my head when reminiscing.
So we were at an amusement park with our three oldest boys, whom were 5, 8, and 10. The boys had received a miniature flag to carry around and wave. It was one of those small flags made with a small piece of wood, like the size of a skewer, with a tiny american symbol. Well after going on a few rides with clinched fists, and hanging on for dear life to safety bars, these flags were a little worse for wear. In fact, after our last ride the flags were falling apart. This made my 5 year old sad. He really liked it and wanted to take it home. However, I informed him while standing at the concession stand, that this flag just needed to be trashed at this point since the material was no longer attached to the wooden pole. As I was demonstrating this failure to stay assembled, this little old lady in a wheelchair behind us pipes up that we should come over to her.
Now this little lady was old and frail and had bandages on her arm. She wasn't well looking and my heart really went out to her. So the boys and I approached her wheel chair and said hello. We even asked how she was doing, and she began to tell us all about her afflictions. How we needed to be thankful to be young and healthy, and she remembered what it was like to be young back in the day. We smiled, nodded and consoled her. I was thinking how sweet this old lady was that she must be lonely and was needing some conversation. I was contemplating saying our goodbyes and walking away when she said she wanted to help the boys. I let her know that it wasnt necessary, that the boys were fine, but she insisted. She slowly raised one of her arms and reached for her opposite wrist that was bandaged with a large sterile pad and white medicine tape. I was thinking what in the world is she doing and what is under there that she is getting ready to unveil. I was feeling uncomfortable as we were painstakingly watching this slow methodical process, having no clue as to where this was going. I wanted to grab the boys and run away for fear that they may get their first sight of gaingreen or something horrific, however we all stood over her mezmerized by our curiosity. She took her hand and began to lift this somewhat dirty tape off of her thin skin. As she was tugging this tape upwards her skin was unwilling to relinquish it, but like a trooper, she was determined to get the better of it. The tape was slowly releasing, but leaving red irritated skin behind. My mind was all over the map with this. I could not for the life of me, figure out what in the world she was going to do with this tape that was once plastered to her body. After a few minutes of repeating this system, she dangled the pieces of tape in front of me. I said, "Ohhhh, thank you." She said, "No no, let me see the flag." Wide eyed, I obeyed and gave the item over to her. She began to take her pieces of dingy medical tape, that had lost most of its adhesiveness, and wrapped the tiny flag back to the wooden pole. It took sometime to make this tape stay in place, but when it was complete she grabbed Levi's hand and placed it there. Using his hand, she waved it in the air to prove it was as good as new. We all graciously thanked her, and told her how unnecessary that was, (No really unnecessary) and walked away. Levi looked at the flag with a whole new appreciation. I chuckled and relieved him of it by volunteering to put it in the trashcan. And amazingly he didn't shed a tear. Now that's one way to get a boy to stop crying....hehehe
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Posted by Trina at 9:11 PM