Tuesday, October 20, 2009

JB'S UNCONQUERABLE SOUL




"I hate burns." That's what I said on the way to the hospital. Interestingly enough, many others have repeated the same sentiment to me word for word over the last several weeks. Of course it's a given that everyone hates burns; sort of how we pretty much agree on crocodile bites, falling to the ground from twenty stories, or drowning. Still, to hear so many people say it so simply, emphatically, and with such empathy was a balm to my own singed fear. "I hate burns."

I know this is a heck of a place to start blogging again, but I told you all I would post pictures so here they are. I wish I knew how to post without collaging. I just can't figure out how Lacy could get so many pictures at once. Needless to say, or perhaps as I have already said to you personally, this was our frightening event for the year. I guess what I have to be thankful for is that JB has a lot of cheerful fortitude. It was because of him that we all shared some good laughs during the ordeal. I'm fairly certain that he has no nerve endings and therefore feels no pain.
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