Yesterday
was my older brothers birthday, this is my brother Ross was just five
years older than me. We were actually quite close growing up. We seem
to always be together when we work and school anyway. Anyway, I made
the call yesterday to wish happy birthday and all that stuff. It was
interesting because he reminded me of how many times did save me one
where the other growing up. I've never really thought this way before
but it's true he had a point. I was always seemingly caught in
near-death situations it seems.
It
seems like I was the focus of many family miracles. The first that I
was aware of our being told of was having some weird
infection/disease process would is only a few months old cause me to
have major fever. Realize of course this is in the early 50s. Oddly,
I don't have the complete information but it was just my mom my
brother and myself living together at the time and Boise. Had this
deathly fever and we didn't have a phone so my mother forced Ross to
run across the street to the neighbors , who had a phone, that they
could call a doctor or whatever. I of course pulled through. Five or
six years later it must've been around 1956 it was Thanksgiving and
the entire family was coming to our home for Thanksgiving. Since Ross
and I were the youngest the adults pretty much want to get rid of us
so we went down to the canal which ran right behind our home. Of
course it be in November the canal had been drained leaving only
puddles and many of the puddles contain fish, suckers. Ross I found
it was great sport stoning is poor fish into oblivion. I had noticed
but I kept falling on the rocks another slick stones in the bed of
the canal. It was at one of these fallings that my brother noticed
the little red rubber boot that I had on was completely full of
blood. I had somehow fall on a piece of glass or metal of some sort
and gashed a big wound up my kneecap and it was bleeding profusely. I
think I may have come close to bleeding out I don't know for sure but
my brother Ross who was 10 or 11 at the time picked me up and carried
me back to the house and they rushed me in the hospital where I
stayed number of days. There's no question my brother played an
integral part in keeping me alive in the early parts of my life.
These
events of got me thinking it seems, growing up that I was just always
hanging around deaths doorstep. I didn't even notice that in the time
I don't think I ever thought about it and tell we talked yesterday on
the phone. I wish that had more time to visit with him regarding
these events but I had an evening just coming in from out of town to
spend the night who happen to be on the phone as I was talking to my
brother. I totally thanked him of course, that is my brother, for
saving my life and be in there when I needed him and particularly now
being there as part of my life. He's in Boise and I'm here and I
don't travel anymore as I don't have the supports and is not the
access but that's another story. I hope we get to spend some time
together before one of the other winks out. Have a lot of things we
need to get straight…
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