Thursday, February 25, 2010


They say when you are on an airplane and the oxygen level drops you should first place your mask over your own mouth, then help your child with theirs. I walked into the door from shopping when Juergen told me my brother had called and he wouldn’t be able to drive me to my parents house. He has a family crisis. It’s really very hard and awful, but I wasn’t thinking about him. I was grasping for breath. I couldn’t even begin to show compassion until I figured out a ride. Once I got the ride figured out (I’m taking the train to Oregon) I could breath. I wish I hadn’t responded so badly. My only excuse is how stressed out I am about leaving my own kids. I promise I’ll be supportive. I really do care. I just couldn’t breath. I’m almost 50 years old, and I’m not as flexible as I once was. But I’ll change hats. I’ll take off my party hat and put on my servant hat. I’m really so sorry for the pain, fear and grief my brother is facing with one of his kids. I’m not at liberty to share any details. Rick forgive me for how I first responded. I could put a sign on my back that reads kick me…but the only sign I should wear is human. It isn’t the first response that counts. Humans often respond poorly at first. It is how you walk, and were you end up. I am 100% on your side brother. I had to catch my balance (and that seems to be harder with age). But I am going to be there for you and I will not mess up.


Shelley said...

We all mess up from time to time, and it's hard at 50 to adjust quickly I know.
Dianna could pick you up in Albany.
The train ride from Seattle is faster than the car any way and more relaxing. You can walk around go to the bathroom grab a snack and recline in your chair with your feet kicked up.
Have a safe trip.
We are praying for you Rick and your son.

Jill W said...

Praying for all of you.