Two years ago on July 3rd, sometime around 6:00 in the evening, The Scout was climbing a tree when some branches broke. He fell twenty-three feet to the ground, landing on his back.
He was alone.
He got up and after several attempts, managed to walk home, grab an ice pack and lay down on the sofa. He was rather stoic but clearly in pain. The Barefooter went back to the site of the accident and retrieved his glasses for him.
The CT scans have been clear (no bleeding) and visits with neurology and physical therapy have made very little difference. He has seen an osteopath. He has a new neurologist.
The Scout graduated from high school last month, miraculously earning A’s and B’s from the few classes he could manage. We are grateful for his 504 Accommodation and the support and understanding from the school staff, teachers and counselor. Graduation and finally earning his Eagle Scout rank have been highlights of the past year.
This young man does not give up. He does not complain. He would rather be busy and doing something rather than sitting around waiting to feel better. He persisted in looking for a part-time job and spent the last weeks of high school doing both school and work.
This young man wrote a short story for my Mother’s Day gift this year. With one of his first paychecks, he purchased a nice steak as a Father’s Day gift. This is who he is. Even without these gifts, we are so grateful to have our son with us. He’ll be turning 19 years old in a few short weeks.
We keep hoping and praying for positive change and full recovery.
Dale Chihuly’s incredible artwork: old wooden fishing boat filled with blown glass
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