In 2006 a peppy 6 year old boy with a head of insanely curly hair piled into the car with his father, his mother, and his adored 3-year old baby sister--who worryingly couldn't yet talk in sentences. The boy's mother was breathing hard and speaking urgently as they hastily drove to a Hospital for Women and Children in Orlando, Florida. That visit wore deep into the night, yet the boy didn't notice how tired and sullen his dad looked, or how his mother was supposed to be out hours ago. He did notice the Disney Channel on the waiting room TV.
He hadn't woken up yet. He'd never even gone to sleep. He'd been just...
A month back I volunteered at a food bank, and the project of the week was redesigning and reorganizing the entire meat locker. If you've never had to move large amount of meat at once, I can tell you that:
- Boxes of meat run very heavy, and;
- Meat lockers have a LOT of boxes of meat in them.
... And today I was supposed to be finishing the job. I remember thinking “There’s no way.”