Life Lessons
I smiled this morning reading this note from an old friend Erich. I copied and pasted it in here. Erich and his daughter Carlie live in Nashville. I especially like the conclusions he draws from this experience.
So this weekend, Carlie got the 8-hour stomach bug. She is such a trooper. We are getting ready to go on the scooter when she says to me, "Daddy, my tummy is feeling "squeezy"(quezy)" With that, we go into the house and she proceeds to lay down and asks me for a bucket. The kid is so together. She knows exactly what is up and proceeds to throw-up, SILENTLY. She is like the Indians, or American Natives as we call them now, when they would fall off a cliff and not scream, so as not to give away their whereabouts to the "white man". So cool. So she did this some 8 times through-out the night, on the hour. Hence the 8-hour bug.
Fast-forward 24 hours...I start feeling a bit squeezy myself, but I'm a man and I can tough this out, plus Carlie just acted so calm, surely this won't be so terrible, right? MUAAAAHHHHAAHAAHAHH <-----------evil laughter, I thought from my stomach. Anyhow, I'm not a big fan of throwing-up. Never liked it, never will. I just remember literally writhing in bed asking God to kill me. You know what I'm talking about, right? That sort of "unthoughtout" sentiment usually finds it's way into food-poisoning and what not. But here I am asking God to kill me because of an 8-hour bug. Which got me thinking about the bird flu, the hurricanes, the earthquakes, etc.and how good I actually have it. After sleeping a good 20 hours, my status has been upgraded to "still not feeling well". So to surmise:
Carlie is some sort of Samurai/Indian warrior schooled in the fine art of pain-deflection.
I am a wimp.
Jesus doesn't answer stupid prayers.
Other people have it a lot worse than me.
Use more antibacterial hand santizer.
So this weekend, Carlie got the 8-hour stomach bug. She is such a trooper. We are getting ready to go on the scooter when she says to me, "Daddy, my tummy is feeling "squeezy"(quezy)" With that, we go into the house and she proceeds to lay down and asks me for a bucket. The kid is so together. She knows exactly what is up and proceeds to throw-up, SILENTLY. She is like the Indians, or American Natives as we call them now, when they would fall off a cliff and not scream, so as not to give away their whereabouts to the "white man". So cool. So she did this some 8 times through-out the night, on the hour. Hence the 8-hour bug.
Fast-forward 24 hours...I start feeling a bit squeezy myself, but I'm a man and I can tough this out, plus Carlie just acted so calm, surely this won't be so terrible, right? MUAAAAHHHHAAHAAHAHH <-----------evil laughter, I thought from my stomach. Anyhow, I'm not a big fan of throwing-up. Never liked it, never will. I just remember literally writhing in bed asking God to kill me. You know what I'm talking about, right? That sort of "unthoughtout" sentiment usually finds it's way into food-poisoning and what not. But here I am asking God to kill me because of an 8-hour bug. Which got me thinking about the bird flu, the hurricanes, the earthquakes, etc.and how good I actually have it. After sleeping a good 20 hours, my status has been upgraded to "still not feeling well". So to surmise:
Carlie is some sort of Samurai/Indian warrior schooled in the fine art of pain-deflection.
I am a wimp.
Jesus doesn't answer stupid prayers.
Other people have it a lot worse than me.
Use more antibacterial hand santizer.
2 Comments:
Oh I am giggling here. So many presentations end with "Lessons Learned". I LOVED Erich's "Lessons Learned":
Carlie is some sort of Samurai/Indian warrior schooled in the fine art of pain-deflection.
I am a wimp.
Jesus doesn't answer stupid prayers.
Other people have it a lot worse than me.
Use more antibacterial hand santizer.
Especially, "Jesus doesn't answer stupid prayers."
I've been praying the, "OH Jesus, let me die," prayer a lot in my life. It's companion stupid prayer is the one when I'm high up on a roller coaster, having thought I could manage my insane fear of heights, "OHHHHhhhh Jesus, please let me live."
Makes me wonder how many of my prayers are stupid. And how I love my kids even when they ask really stupid questions.
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By Higher Up, Further In, at 10/21/2005 11:41 AM
hehe! that is so cute, thanks for sharing... it made me smile, and i know how true this is because my dad and brothers are wimps when it comes to being sick... hehe its amazing what kids teach us
By amanda, at 10/21/2005 2:30 PM
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