This is a photo of me, my son Tennyson, and Citori and Jordan, the children of my friend Brent who is taking the photo. We were at the top of a mountain we had just climbed near Ephraim, Utah.
The picture was taken just a few minutes before I flipped the ATV I was driving with Tori on the back. I was taken off the mountain in a jeep and seen at the E.R. for a bruised kidney, sacral bone bruise, and concussion. I am very thankful to have no broken bones, because I remain in a tremendous amount of pain and spent the past 36 hours in bed after getting home from the hospital.
I tell you this story in the hopes that you WEAR A HELMET. I’m the one in the photo with the yellow helmet. You’ll notice that Brent’s family doesn’t wear helmets and I’m so thankful that Tori walked away from the accident with just a sore leg and foot where the 4-wheeler landed on her. (Jordan and Brent quickly got the machine off, which was spilling gasoline onto us.)
Brent took Tennyson to his games, took me to the hospital, sent flowers, and texted me this morning that he went home and cried because he couldn’t get the image out of his mind of me flying off the 4-wheeler, and lying in the dirt, and he felt responsible. Of course I could have said no to the proposal we go down a steep little ravine, and maybe things might have gone better if I didn’t run over that 4′ pine tree.
But if I got a concussion wearing a helmet, what would have happened if I didn’t?
Happy Father’s Day to all the men who provide for and love their children.
Tomorrow I’ll have some great recipes to use your early garden produce, from Michelle.