Monday, December 27, 2010

Glory bumps coming...

Howard County Sheriff Jerry Marr got a disturbing call one Saturday afternoon a few months ago.
His 6-year-old grandson, Mikey, had been hit by a car while fishing in Greentown with his dad.
The father and son were near a bridge by the Kokomo Reservoir when a woman lost control of her car, slid off the bridge and hit Mikey at a rate of about 50 mph.
Sheriff Marr had seen the results of accidents like this and feared the worst.
When he got to Saint Joseph Hospital ,he rushed through the emergency room to find Mikey conscious and in fairly good spirits.
'Mikey, what happened ?' Sheriff Marr asked.
Mikey replied, 'Well, Papaw, I was fishin' with Dad, and some lady runned me over, I flew into a mud puddle, and broke my fishin' pole and I didn't get to catch no fish !'
As it turned out, the impact propelled Mikey about 500 feet, over a few trees and an embankment and in  to the middle of a mud puddle.
His only injuries were to his right femur bone, which had broken in two places.
Mikey had surgery to place pins in his leg.
Otherwise the boy is fine.
Since all the boy could talk about was that his fishing pole was broken, the Sheriff went out to Wal-Mart and bought  him a new one while he was in surgery so he could have it when he came out.
The next day the Sheriff sat with Mikey to keep him company in the hospital.
Mikey was enjoying his new fishing pole and talked about when he could go fishing again as he cast into the trash can.
When they were alone Mikey, just as matter-of-fact, said, 'Papaw, did you know Jesus is real?'
'Well,' the Sheriff replied, a little startled.. 'Yes, Jesus is real to all who believe in him and love him in their hearts.'
'No,' said Mikey. 'I mean Jesus is REALLY REAL.'
'What do you mean ?' asked the Sheriff.
'I know he's real 'cause I saw him,' said Mikey, still casting into the trash can.
'You did ?' said the Sheriff.
'Yep,' said Mikey. 'When that lady runned me overand broke my fishing pole, Jesus
caught me in his arms and laid me down in the mud puddle.'

GIVES YOU GLORY BUMPS, DOESN'T IT ?


Looking back...January 2009...

I will be posting a looking back at 2009 post each day this week...

some more photos going in the scrapbook...

my bf's and my switcharoo mailbox...
brick walk...
wonderful until it gets cold...
then it's slicker than owl poop on a doorknob...
a murder of crows...
my baby boy...
Doug is 29...
DH and Doofus watching movies...
and of course every family has an oddball...
this is mine...
Craig is 25...
acts 4...

I usually line everyone up in front of the entertainment center for a group photo...
but I didn't ask for that this year...
I didn't know how DH would take it...
it would have been the first one without his dad...
and it was always a way of getting a photo of his dad without being so obvious that we were doing it because it might be the last one...
so I would yell all stooges front and center and they knew what to do...
the next time Doug is up...
I'll line them up...
we will start doing it on New Years instead of Christmas...

I am still worried about so many of our blogging friends...
I hope they aren't stranded or without power...
not very many have been posting...
I am so praying that they are just partied out and too stuffed to move off of the couch!