I had an awful dream last night. You know the ones that wake you up in a panic. I dreamed my three-year-old grandson and I were on a waterslide and a woman and her daughter came down before we got off. They went right over him. Then, I lost sight of him. The woman was getting angry at me because I squeezed her daughter's arm to go around them looking for my grandson. I found him at last. He was under the woman. Don't ask me how...in dreams, things don't have to make sense. The first thing I did when I woke up was to make sure my grandson was okay. I realized it was a dream, but I had to see for myself.
The one thing I know— I was scared and afraid.
Then my thoughts went to Thailand. Can you imagine what the families of those boys and coach are feeling? The boys? For that matter, the rescuers themselves?
Half-way across the world, my heart goes out to all of those brave souls.
When I first heard the story, I thought for sure they all were dead. So...so sad. Yet, I said a small prayer and then went about my day. But—they were found.
I thought awesome. Just go get them. Only, it wasn't so simple.
The rescue is complicated and dangerous.
The extent of the danger the boys are in and those that are trying desperately to save them is extensive and seemingly impossible. I saw the map of the 2.5 mile cave and the narrow parts that one can't wear a scuba tank. These boys can't even swim.
My mind wanders. How were they even found? How brave and courageous the rescuers are! One has already lost his life trying to help. Yet, we see them on the news, endlessly working toward saving every one of those trapped. Volunteers risking their own lives. The rescuers are not only from Thailand but from around the world.
We have all seen the pictures of the boys huddled together in the furthest part of the cave...in pitch black. They have survived in the horrendous conditions... and I complain when we lose electricity. I will be honest, I don't think I could have survived.
I have been in caves. Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. Caves in the Smoky Mountains. Even one in Ireland. I liked them and understand the draw they have. They are spectacular with unique rock formations and some even have lakes. But to be trapped in one?
Mines have trapped and killed hundred...thousands of miners. I do remember the heartwarming story of the 33 Chilean Miners trapped and saved back in 2010. It took over 2 months to rescue them.
The Thailand soccer team doesn't have that kind of time. It is a race against the clock with heavy rains expected soon, which would flood the tunnels.
At this point in my writing, eight boys have been saved. I'm on pins and needles hoping the others will be saved as well and that no one else loses their life. There is hope.
This has been a reminder — The human spirit is amazing!
More importantly—There is good in this world!
The one thing I know— I was scared and afraid.
Then my thoughts went to Thailand. Can you imagine what the families of those boys and coach are feeling? The boys? For that matter, the rescuers themselves?
Half-way across the world, my heart goes out to all of those brave souls.
When I first heard the story, I thought for sure they all were dead. So...so sad. Yet, I said a small prayer and then went about my day. But—they were found.
I thought awesome. Just go get them. Only, it wasn't so simple.
The rescue is complicated and dangerous.
The extent of the danger the boys are in and those that are trying desperately to save them is extensive and seemingly impossible. I saw the map of the 2.5 mile cave and the narrow parts that one can't wear a scuba tank. These boys can't even swim.
My mind wanders. How were they even found? How brave and courageous the rescuers are! One has already lost his life trying to help. Yet, we see them on the news, endlessly working toward saving every one of those trapped. Volunteers risking their own lives. The rescuers are not only from Thailand but from around the world.
We have all seen the pictures of the boys huddled together in the furthest part of the cave...in pitch black. They have survived in the horrendous conditions... and I complain when we lose electricity. I will be honest, I don't think I could have survived.
I have been in caves. Mammoth Cave in Kentucky. Caves in the Smoky Mountains. Even one in Ireland. I liked them and understand the draw they have. They are spectacular with unique rock formations and some even have lakes. But to be trapped in one?
Mines have trapped and killed hundred...thousands of miners. I do remember the heartwarming story of the 33 Chilean Miners trapped and saved back in 2010. It took over 2 months to rescue them.
The Thailand soccer team doesn't have that kind of time. It is a race against the clock with heavy rains expected soon, which would flood the tunnels.
At this point in my writing, eight boys have been saved. I'm on pins and needles hoping the others will be saved as well and that no one else loses their life. There is hope.
This has been a reminder — The human spirit is amazing!
More importantly—There is good in this world!
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