It's a walk in the park with the world's cutest grandson. The little guy is fearless and it takes at least three adults to keep up with him. He's never met a slide he didn't want to try. On this particular day on this particular slide he discovered the joy of lying on his back and rocketing down at warp speed.
And speaking of speed - there was a head-on collision in front of the restaurant a short distance from us on Highway 1. A lovely young woman was seriously wounded, requiring a large number of stitches to her face. The sun glasses she was wearing probably saved her eyes. There was an article in the paper yesterday detailing her journey from beauty queen to Frankenstein. One sentence caught my eye. "A man selling fruit and vegetables at a roadside stall ran to her car and held her hand till emergency services arrived." Emergency services was the life flight helicopter. We buy fruits and vegetables from that man, and now I regard him with great admiration. How many of us could look past the blood and gore and flaps of hanging skin and comfort a total stranger who might be dying? How many could hold that hand and reassure her during the long wait for the rescue copter? Nobody else evidently ...... but this man did. Maybe his actions were not overt heroism, but, in my eyes, he is a very big man.
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