This is the way it has to be...or is it? The electrocardiogram shooting off the charts then careening into a true flatline....We've been having "one of those months"...this blog will be less philosophical, less reflective as I'm still in the survival mode from the events that have transpired in the past weeks.
Much to my embarassment, this blog contains no new pics due to the following story...
The ride was fun, just the perfect mix of danger and fun with the man that I love safely at my side. The Thundermountain railroad is a great choice for fun at Disneyland especially if you have a Handicap pass-as they let you in through the exit and you get right on the train. Ronnie had a great reason for us to get a special pass as we went to DLand over the Thanksgiving weekend. Ronnie and Taylor were nestled behind us as we screamed down the track on Thanksgiving night. The sun had set so we could see lights whirring by us and felt a cool wind as we rode. I remember thinking to myself "could life get anybetter than this moment" (I don't get out much..) when we exited the ride, we took several steps to the exit as I remembered I had left my camera bag in the train's pouch. I hastily told my story to the attendant and literaly wanted to frisk every person I saw as they passed us exiting from the now returning trains. I had worked so hard the day before to get the "perfect pictures" of Rieley enjoying her first visit ever to DLand, many rides of the past two days specificaly chosen for their photographic-opportunities. I had also had the family pose several festive places so we could send out cool Christmas photos. Not only was the camera in that bag, but my cell phone with the only photos of Ronnie's ambulance ride and broken leg pictures, our car keys (the only set ever!), my credit card and driver's license and our park hopper tickets. We spent the next hour canceling, calling, trash can digging and praying. I cried through the beautiful thanksgiving dinner that John's sister had reserved for us at some fancy Jazz Kitchen...the next day was spent with a locksmith and jaunts through the park looking for signs of "the bag". Disneyland personnel were great at letting us finish out our tickets the next day without charging us. I was so glad my mom was there-and we were so reminded that all of that is Just "STUFF" and sure enough stuff can be replaced...Thanks Prescott friends for greiving with me over my lost "stuff".
Here's where the Heartbeat pounds and then flatlines...just three days ago, we went to the outskirts of Phoenix to help Ronnie and Taylor try out their new shared motorcycle. After unloading the Honda 80 from the truck, Taylor bravely tried his hand at working the throttle and clutch-he seemed to be doing an incredible job for a beginner, and was going to gingerly ride it down a small incline to a nice open road so he could practice more..I know John and I were wondering the same thing...should we walk this down or did the display of clutch throttle awareness mean he could safely ride down this little hill? From about ten feet, I watched as my middle child kick started his bike aimed at the incline and open road, thinking it was in neutral he let out the clutch...completely shocked that his motorcycle was actually engaged in first gear, he froze fully pulling on the gas and headed straight for the incline and the parked truck. In horror I had to turn as I did not think he would make it as the tailgate sat open at neck level, I screamed in panic at the sky and listened as I heard metal and thumping. Ronnie said I even tackled him in my attempt to get away from the scene-I knew John was closer to the even than I was...I couldn't beleive my eyes as I saw Taylor sitting (slightly dazed) on the tailgate after having been scooped up off the ground by his dad. I couldn't beleive it as he told me all that hurt was his knee. I rejoice with all reading this in the protection of our Lord Jesus Christ over Taylor and his motorcycle accident...he is fine. So glad he had a helmet on and if I only had a digital camera anymore, I'd post a picture of the dent in the tailgate.
Please God I need mommy grace for football and motorcycles.
Thanks for keeping our hearts beating, even if it is in a slight cardiac arrest!
Much to my embarassment, this blog contains no new pics due to the following story...
The ride was fun, just the perfect mix of danger and fun with the man that I love safely at my side. The Thundermountain railroad is a great choice for fun at Disneyland especially if you have a Handicap pass-as they let you in through the exit and you get right on the train. Ronnie had a great reason for us to get a special pass as we went to DLand over the Thanksgiving weekend. Ronnie and Taylor were nestled behind us as we screamed down the track on Thanksgiving night. The sun had set so we could see lights whirring by us and felt a cool wind as we rode. I remember thinking to myself "could life get anybetter than this moment" (I don't get out much..) when we exited the ride, we took several steps to the exit as I remembered I had left my camera bag in the train's pouch. I hastily told my story to the attendant and literaly wanted to frisk every person I saw as they passed us exiting from the now returning trains. I had worked so hard the day before to get the "perfect pictures" of Rieley enjoying her first visit ever to DLand, many rides of the past two days specificaly chosen for their photographic-opportunities. I had also had the family pose several festive places so we could send out cool Christmas photos. Not only was the camera in that bag, but my cell phone with the only photos of Ronnie's ambulance ride and broken leg pictures, our car keys (the only set ever!), my credit card and driver's license and our park hopper tickets. We spent the next hour canceling, calling, trash can digging and praying. I cried through the beautiful thanksgiving dinner that John's sister had reserved for us at some fancy Jazz Kitchen...the next day was spent with a locksmith and jaunts through the park looking for signs of "the bag". Disneyland personnel were great at letting us finish out our tickets the next day without charging us. I was so glad my mom was there-and we were so reminded that all of that is Just "STUFF" and sure enough stuff can be replaced...Thanks Prescott friends for greiving with me over my lost "stuff".
Here's where the Heartbeat pounds and then flatlines...just three days ago, we went to the outskirts of Phoenix to help Ronnie and Taylor try out their new shared motorcycle. After unloading the Honda 80 from the truck, Taylor bravely tried his hand at working the throttle and clutch-he seemed to be doing an incredible job for a beginner, and was going to gingerly ride it down a small incline to a nice open road so he could practice more..I know John and I were wondering the same thing...should we walk this down or did the display of clutch throttle awareness mean he could safely ride down this little hill? From about ten feet, I watched as my middle child kick started his bike aimed at the incline and open road, thinking it was in neutral he let out the clutch...completely shocked that his motorcycle was actually engaged in first gear, he froze fully pulling on the gas and headed straight for the incline and the parked truck. In horror I had to turn as I did not think he would make it as the tailgate sat open at neck level, I screamed in panic at the sky and listened as I heard metal and thumping. Ronnie said I even tackled him in my attempt to get away from the scene-I knew John was closer to the even than I was...I couldn't beleive my eyes as I saw Taylor sitting (slightly dazed) on the tailgate after having been scooped up off the ground by his dad. I couldn't beleive it as he told me all that hurt was his knee. I rejoice with all reading this in the protection of our Lord Jesus Christ over Taylor and his motorcycle accident...he is fine. So glad he had a helmet on and if I only had a digital camera anymore, I'd post a picture of the dent in the tailgate.
Please God I need mommy grace for football and motorcycles.
Thanks for keeping our hearts beating, even if it is in a slight cardiac arrest!
