We
were doing some grandparently duties yesterday.
Kel and Christina were still at their conference, so we took their boys
(and Noa came along as well) to their flag football games, always an exciting
experience. And to salve your insatiable
curiosity, I’ll tell you up front that both teams won, handily I might
add. And not only that, both boys scored
a touchdown. Pretty exhilarating stuff
for a grandparent, that’s for sure.
One
of the boys on Jachin’s team had to sit out the game, though. That morning he had been horsing around with
his football. While reaching for one
errant throw from himself, he slipped on the staircase and fell about three
steps onto the floor below, directly onto his head. His Dad is a doctor and was right there, but
apparently the little guy had some immediate indications of a concussion. In his words, he “couldn’t convince one of my
legs to move” right away. He was quite
dizzy and confused as well. Dr. Dad
insisted that concussion protocol be followed.
No running and take it easy for
the next few days. And no amount
of pleading on the boy’s part was going to change his mind. Now just before Jachin’s game began, Kel and
Christina surprised us all by showing up.
The conference had ended, so they came straight from Houston to the
football field.
Christina,
being the sweet and concerned Mom-type that she is, called out to the injured
youngster and asked, “I hear you had a concussion. What happened?” The boy’s answer will go down in history as
the “classic of all classics” answer to that particular question. Students of quick retorts will be studying
this one for years to come. The delivery
was flawless. In fact, he didn’t even
realize he was making history. He never
missed a beat.
Question:
“I hear you had a concussion. What
happened?”
Answer
… “I don’t remember.”
Perfect.
Jude
22 says, Be merciful to those who doubt”
Father,
help that youngster to follow Doctor Dad’s orders. Protect him from any future problems. Amen.
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