Something unexpected
Our church is growing to the point where I can't tell apart the members from the visitors anymore. That's a good thing though. One of the hermanos invited our family over to their house for a late lunch yesterday which was a nice surprise, because we didn't know them too well. The family is originally from Honduras and moved to the United States about 4 years ago. They have 4 children ranging from 1-12 years of age, 2 boys and 2 girls.When we entered the home I automatically felt all the love this family had for eachother. Sometimes when you enter a home, just by the way the kids respond to their parents, the way brothers/sisters treat eachother, the way they pay attention to their visitors instead of watching TV or locking themselves up in their rooms till it's time to eat, you just know whether you are going to enjoy your time with them or not.
Their kids warmed up to me rather quickly, probably because I'm such a goofball around kids, and before I knew it we all went scouting the creeks and woods surrounding the apartment complex. Along the way though we stopped by a HUGE Oak tree with a wooden swing strapped to a massive branch.
The ten and twelve-year old took their turns on the swing, while Edward, who was eight, was telling me about a club house nearby in the woods. Before he could finish telling me the story though his eyes met up with the empty swing infront of him and he quickly set off to take his turn. Walking up to the swing Edward turned around for a second to point in the direction where the clubhouse was, and when he turned around, it happened so fast, the swing swayed right in his direction and clocked him in the head. Blood began to gush everywhere...
I didn't know what to do! I didn't react fast enough. I could have stopped the swing, I saw it swaying, but I didn't get to him in time. I tried to find the open wound to apply pressure, but his hair was drenched in blood and it kept running in his eyes. The kids ran off ahead of us to call for help, while me and Edward walked back slowly with my two hands plastered to his forehead in hopes to cover the opened wound.
Just a little far off I could see his Dad and my Dad running out to meet us. They pretty much took over from there, but not until I vomited all over their feet. The blood rushed straight to my head, I could literally hear the pumping of my heart racing in my ears, and an overwhelming nausea came over me. Never in my life had I seen so much blood. I felt bad because it probably took La Hermana the whole afternoon to prepare one of their typical-Honduran meals and I puked it in 3 seconds.
Plus, I totally blew it with Los Hermanos on their first time trusting me with their kids. Seeing how it was Father's day weekend, I would totally understand if they would never trust me again. I'm like, "Here Hermano, I bring forth thy head-stricken son gushing blood everywhere after only 20 minutes under my supervision...Happy Father's Day!" Not the kind of impression I wanted to leave.
But it all ended well. Edward didn't need stiches, I took some tylenol for the nausea, and somehow we all ended up at the pool later on that evening. One thing is for sure, our families bonded like we've never bonded with anyone before. lol. Although the incident was definitely unexpected, what was more unexpected was the great friendship that became of all this. I had a great time.
posted by Becca @ 5:24 PM
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