and got carried away.....sorry if this is in the wrong place, had to dump it somewhere.
I have a picture in my place of a 13 y.o. girl. She was an apparent "SIDS" baby. The one unheard of, rare, that was revived. I was told a few weeks after that call, the baby had some strange abnormality and would not live long. The rare, very rare times that one made a big difference was stole away. I had no contact with the family after that even tho they were neighbors at the time of the call. About a year ago the baby's Mom who works at a local bank walked into the bank managers office with whom I was visiting and said "I know where you were exactly 11? years ago...you were at my house trying to save my baby." Oh, bad, uh ....run scream shout or cry....then I made the connection between baby and Mom...lost thru the years. Trigger over trigger. I managed to say...."uh, thought she didn't make it". Mom said she was a happy, smiling little girl but had some disability.
I was beyond shocked and fighting back too many things at once. For about 12 years I had thought that this baby was dead. A miracle that was robbed. Flood of emotions ! Now I found out...I believed an untruth for many years (one of many), and one of many that haunted me.
Now I have a picture of that young lady hanging on my wall. It still brings out the tears but it is a reminder that sometimes, what I did really did make a difference. We all need reminded of that.
This is probably the wrong time and place to write this. If so I am sorry. Perhaps you or others can move it or help me to.
Just had to say...remember the good times and successes. Even those hurt sometimes and do now.
I have a picture in my place of a 13 y.o. girl. She was an apparent "SIDS" baby. The one unheard of, rare, that was revived. I was told a few weeks after that call, the baby had some strange abnormality and would not live long. The rare, very rare times that one made a big difference was stole away. I had no contact with the family after that even tho they were neighbors at the time of the call. About a year ago the baby's Mom who works at a local bank walked into the bank managers office with whom I was visiting and said "I know where you were exactly 11? years ago...you were at my house trying to save my baby." Oh, bad, uh ....run scream shout or cry....then I made the connection between baby and Mom...lost thru the years. Trigger over trigger. I managed to say...."uh, thought she didn't make it". Mom said she was a happy, smiling little girl but had some disability.
I was beyond shocked and fighting back too many things at once. For about 12 years I had thought that this baby was dead. A miracle that was robbed. Flood of emotions ! Now I found out...I believed an untruth for many years (one of many), and one of many that haunted me.
Now I have a picture of that young lady hanging on my wall. It still brings out the tears but it is a reminder that sometimes, what I did really did make a difference. We all need reminded of that.
This is probably the wrong time and place to write this. If so I am sorry. Perhaps you or others can move it or help me to.
Just had to say...remember the good times and successes. Even those hurt sometimes and do now.