The anguish of Gethsemane#3...
"Am I going to die....?"
I'm sprinting with my six-year old in my arms. We're both covered in blood. "No sweetheart you are not going to die".
"Dad .... I don't want to die..."
"Eryn sweetheart - you are not going to die!"
Eryn has been blown off her bike by a freak gust of wind. A sharp stone has made a small but really deep cut in her forehead. An unbelievable amount of blood is gushing down her face. A cocktail of blood and tears. I know it's going to be ok - but her pain is mine. Her anguish rips me apart.
As she is being cleaned up and glued in A&E - there is an irony to this day.
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Eryn is fine, bruised and battered but fine!
I'm sprinting with my six-year old in my arms. We're both covered in blood. "No sweetheart you are not going to die".
"Dad .... I don't want to die..."
"Eryn sweetheart - you are not going to die!"
Eryn has been blown off her bike by a freak gust of wind. A sharp stone has made a small but really deep cut in her forehead. An unbelievable amount of blood is gushing down her face. A cocktail of blood and tears. I know it's going to be ok - but her pain is mine. Her anguish rips me apart.
As she is being cleaned up and glued in A&E - there is an irony to this day.
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Eryn is fine, bruised and battered but fine!
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