Thank You

And so there we were, my youngest son K and I, sitting on a hospital bed. That morning, he had been playing with his friends in school. He ran towards something, I don't know what, and to everybody's surprise he slipped and fell, his forehead first hitting a table before the back of his head hit the cement floor. They all heard a loud thud, and when his classmates tried to help him up, K experienced some kind of seizure. His teachers immediately rushed him to the ER.

There is no greater nightmare for a parent.

I still cannot describe how I felt at the time, which is surprising because I'm supposed to be the one with the words, but when I eventually saw K in the hospital bed, smiling, my heart leapt. I would have wept, if not for the presence of my sister, her husband, and my eldest son F.

And so there we were, my youngest son K and I, sitting on a hospital bed. His X-rays and CT scan had come in clear, but his doctors wanted to observe him for the next 24 hours. At first, he didn't do much talking, but eventually, he did a lot of questioning. Because he couldn't exactly remember what happened, he asked me to tell him what his teachers told me, and I did.

As we talked, I could only thank God and the heavens for the gift that was my son. In my head, over and over again, I was just saying thank you, thank you, thank you. Once again, I was overwhelmed with the thought of how precious life is, and how unexpected things could happen, just like that. And that's when I hugged my son, and said once again that I love him.

P.S. The next day, K's classmates visited him and told him what happened. They told him how everybody prayed for his swift recovery and how their Facebook walls were filled with news of what happened to him. When he was finally discharged, one of the first things that K did when he got home was check his Facebook account.