Last Saturday I sustained a concussion while skiing with one of my sons. I don’t remember going skiing or anything about that day. My memory is jumbled and foggy. My son says we were on our last run. I said to him that things like this always happen on the last run.
He was able to get me off the mountain and to the hospital by himself. He even tried to keep me awake by giving me a simple task—pick the next song on the IPhone. He says I failed. “One simple job I give you and you fail.” He’s seventeen years old.
As parents we raise our children, care for them, support them, provide for them, educate them, feed them, drive them. . .
Eventually, we need their help and it’s good that they are there to help us in our moment of need. Life comes full circle. Treat your family with respect and kindness. You never know when you’ll need to cash in those chips.