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Chris, I know how it feels when you get that call. Thank god, THANK GOD, everything was OK. But your run across campus, that ride to the camp, the nervous feeling in your stomach when you saw the ambulance...sounds so much like an episode in my recent past.
I remember getting the call at work from our nanny who said it appeared our little guy had trouble breathing. We had known months before that we were in for a rocky road - flying around the country for tests, seeing specialist after specialist - but I didn't expect it so soon.
I ran out of the office and raced home doing about 80 with my flashers on. I remember flashing my high beams for people to pull over. In fact one guy flipped me off and said f-you. I just wanted to get around him at the stop sign. Man I wish I ran into that guy today. I'd give him a little lecture about life.
When I got home the ambulance, police, and EMTs were there and I was able to make it in time for the ride to the emergency room. On the way to the emergency room I explained all that had happened in the past few months to the EMTs. Mito what? They hadn't even heard of what Ryan had.
On the way to the hospital I held him, I caressed him, I spoke to him softly, I kissed him on the forehead....and a few days later, his mom and I released him from our arms...but kept him in our hearts forever, and that is why I write this now.
I'm sorry all...but your right ChrisL, sometimes you need to tell someone.
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