“Kids say the darndest things.” – Art Linkletter
I found myself going out into the icy cold rain yesterday evening to fold myself into the low riding Mustang of my friend Tim. He had come to take me to the Mary Black Hospital Urgent Care Center because I had been feeling poorly and just couldn't put my finger on what the problem was. (As it turned out, I had a bit of a nasal infection, and after starting on antibiotics I already feel pretty great.) I had a second problem that’s much more personal, but it checked out fine as well. Hallelujah!
The Urgent Care Center is a really nice place. The nicest thing about it, is that unlike the emergency room at the hospital, you can actually be seen by a doctor without waiting six or seven hours. It was only about 45 minutes waiting before I got in, and I must say the doctor and the nurses were just as nice as they could be. I like that.
I had walked up to the counter to give the lady all of my particulars, card numbers, height, weight, shoe size, favorite color, paper or plastic - well, maybe not that much. As I walked back to my seat – now it was a nice little distance from the counter to where we were sitting – I noticed two children running around in the waiting room.
To be honest, there were only a handful of people there, maybe ten at most. I couldn't help but notice how darn cute these kids were. It was a little three-year-old boy and his big sister, who was all of five years old. Of course, I've been wearing these leg wraps to take down the swelling in my legs and ankles – they are working quite well, thank you very much – and I've been using a walking cane just a bit for balance. So I can imagine what these little kids were thinking looking up at this giant of a man with legs like the mummy walking stick like Barnabas Collins. Now, I've been doing quite well on my diet and I have lost a good bit of weight over the past 6 to 9 months, but that's only a drop in the bucket to what I have planned. Even still, I'm sure I present quite the imposing figure at times with my beard and my hair growing ever so close to my shoulders.
As I walked back, the kids stopped playing and stood right in front of me. The little boy spoke to me with wide eyes.
“Be careful mister. Don't fall.” The kid really seem to care.
“Don't worry buddy,” I said. “I won't.”
They both followed me back to my seat, and after I had sat down, the little boy spoke again. “Do you want a haircut,” he asked.
Without missing a beat, I sat on the edge of my seat and leaned toward him.
“Why yes, thank you sir. Will you give me one?” I ran my fingers through my hair.
“Oh,” I continued.” I'll bet you don't have your scissors with you, do you?”
Hey shook his head no.
“I bet you guys are ready for Easter, huh?” I asked.
With this the sister spoke up “We've been dying eggs all day,” she said. “We're going to an Easter egg hunt tomorrow.”
“Oh, “ I said. “That will be so much fun. So is one of you sick?”
“My bruthuw is,” she responded, lifting her arm and putting her hand up close to her armpit.” We think he's got a broken rib.”
“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” I said. “But these folks will get him fixed right up. They're really nice.”
“Yes,” she said. “I want them to fix him because he can't even hug!”
“Really,” I asked. They both shook their heads no in unison.
“Well that’s got to be fixed quickly,” I said. “Everybody needs hugs.”
They both smiled. At this point the nurse opened the door and called me back.
I looked over at the kids, and then looked over at their mother, a pretty 25ish – year old young lady who had been observing all of this was a big smile on her face. I spoke to her.
“You have great kids.”
“They are the best, aren't they?” She replied.
I looked back at the children. “Happy Easter kids. And you get better soon, little man.”
The boy looked up at me and smiled as he spoke. “You feel better soon to,” he said. “And happy Easter to you.”
As I walked back toward the doctors office, I felt warm inside, like I had received a special gift. A very special, unplanned Easter gift.