On the last flight before landing in Ohio, I got to practice my CPR and First Aid certification. Just as I was boarding, an 85-year-old man fell, and I watched as nearly 30 people walked by him as he was sprawled out on the floor. Passengers made their way onto the airplane, offering looks of sympathy. I stopped and offered my assistance. The EMTs arrived thirty minutes later, and I walked onto the plane, covered in blood and ready to vomit. The poor man gashed his face pretty bad, and broke his nose. His eye had some trauma, and at the exact moment I realized the eye was bleeding, so did the man's wife, who started screaming, "It's his eye! It's his eye! It's his eye!" I remember yelling, "Get her out of here," and then she was gone, sobbing on down the platform. I'm fairly certain the man, Mike, had a stroke, which caused him to fall. He and his wife were on their way to their son's wedding, which I would guess they missed. It broke my heart.
But Lane Evan Miller is perfect. His mommy and daddy are finally home with him, and are enjoying their own space and privacy as a family of three.
I got home from Ohio late Monday night, and jumped right back into a week of school. Josh and I spent today on a date, picking berries with plans of making jam. We were very successful in our endeavors. We found thousands of blackberries, red, yellow, and purple plumbs, and apples. We thought we picked cherries, but once we washed them at home, we realized they were red plumbs. About the only negative point of the day was while attempting to pick yellow plumbs. We climbed over the guardrail on the grade, and it was nearly a 30 degree angle or so. I slipped, and ripped the crotch out of my jeans. Oh, well, I suppose. At least we got the plumbs!
What a marvelous adventure today! Hopefully the jam turns out---it could be interesting.
Here's another Idaho sunset. Just wanted to share!
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