Today I walked outside with two of my children, calling for the third to come down from the concrete hill he was playing on with his friends so we could walk to the store and grab lunch. An hour later, my friend called, breathless with the sound of her heart in her throat, and told me she was at the hospital. One of the little boys, the ones we had just left, had fallen through what looked like a skylight in the ground, several stories to the parking garage area below. He was unconscious, in critical condition.
This boy is just eleven years old. He has an older sister, a younger brother, and a new baby sister that was just welcomed home from China this year. He swings a bat and runs the neighborhood haunts with sweet but ferocious abandon. Each week at church I sit behind him and watch as he hold his baby sister with such devotion and delight, it nearly always makes me cry.
If you are a praying person, would you pray for this family? The prognosis is not good. His brain stem has been severed, and while they are waiting for a second opinion, the situation is very grave.This family is a close part of our community here and we are all grieving, reeling, stunned and beside ourselves. I can't stop thinking about his mother. If you can, would you think of them too?
My heartfelt thanks to you.