As I drove away I noticed a car sitting
right in the middle of a really busy intersection on Broadway. Took me a second or two to register that it
had been in an accident. The rear end of
the car was smashed up pretty bad, but the driver seemed to be just fine. The big pickup truck that had hit her looked
fine. I couldn’t even see a scratch on
it. Sure enough, the call came through in
a few seconds, but it appeared to be limited to police at that time. So I continued on to station four.
There I was greeted by a few of the guys
who called out, “Just missed all the action, Chap.” Well, that’s no fun. Did they just get back from a particularly
interesting call? Did they have some exciting
training exercise that I hadn’t heard about?
I asked what kind of action, and Scott said, “We just washed the truck.” Ah, sorry I missed that one. I assured him that had I been there, I would
have been all over that. I don’t think
he was convinced. Congrats to Scott and
Patricia, though. They found out the sex
of their coming baby. Looks like it will
be another boy. That’s not revealing a
secret, though. I saw the video of when
they told their other two boys on FaceBook last night. They made the big reveal to the other two
guys at the station. One of them took it
in stride with a sheepish grin. The
other was quite disappointed. Seems he
was anticipating a little sister. His
tears didn’t last all that long, though.
Don’t worry, Andrew and Wyatt, I had two brothers and then raised three
boys myself. You’ll have to deal with
girls soon enough. Have some fun now
while you can.
Matthew 18:2-4 says, “He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: ‘I
tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will
never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this
child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.’”
Father, walk with Scott and Patricia, and
especially with Andrew and Wyatt, as they prepare for the new little
brother. Amen.
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