TK and a Guardian Angel
We were working on the front wall that August of 1977 and it was W's birthday. TK was playing inside the cabin with a new puppy. W was straddling the wall and I had just lifted one end of a log up to him. I turned back just in time to see TK falling through the hole where the fireplace would be.
The only way I could get to him was through that opening to the hill and around to the garage opening. When I crossed that hole I caught a glimpse of our six year old spread eagle and falling face down. Our blocks had been laid with extra rows and it was over 10 Ft. to the floor. Because of all the cement we'd filled the blocks with, there was cement debris laying everywhere. He wasnt' going to land on the sand.
When I'd cried out and took off, W had jumped to the outside of the wall and was ahead of me. I'd barely gotten to the hill when I heard the terrible sound of my son hitting the ground. It froze me. For an instant in time, I couldn't move.
Much later TK told me he had floated above me. He said he was above me and he saw me standing still on the hill. Then he saw me run. Next he remembered pain and trying to get upon his knees. How could my son have known I was frozen there if he hadn't seen me? An out of body experience by a small boy? His description gave me chills, but what else could it have been?
When W disappeared around the corner of the house, I was suddenly able to move again. I remember that run. A cross between needing to hurry and total fear of what I would find when I got there. I don't believe I've ever been so scared, before or since.
When I got to the garage opening, I saw TK on his bands and knees with his head hanging. W was on the ground beside TK telling him not to move. W looked up at me and his expression must have been a reflection of my own. W had his hand on TK's shoulder, but didn't know what to do. I shouted to W to go start the car and I'd bring TK. I didn't know what to do either, but hoped that since TK had already tried to get up, our only option was to get him to the Hospital immediately. I gathered our son in my arms and ran to the car.
I don't remember much of that ride. TK was so quiet. A few moans, but no crying. His eyes would watch me, then drift shut, only to open and watch me again. I have no idea what I said to him. I do remember W pulling up at the emergency room door and I didn't wait. He was right behind me when I went shouting for help into the Hospital. They took TK right away, and then I crashed.
Our son had definite help from a Guardian Angel. (W told me that Guardian Angel was all the birthday present he needed that year.) They kept our boy overnight with worry about a ruptered spleen, but he was fine. Scrapes, scratches and bruises. That was all.
That evening, in his Hospital room, I asked the boy why he had spread himself out flat like that. He told me, with all the reasoning of a six year old, "I thought it would slow me down."
The only way I could get to him was through that opening to the hill and around to the garage opening. When I crossed that hole I caught a glimpse of our six year old spread eagle and falling face down. Our blocks had been laid with extra rows and it was over 10 Ft. to the floor. Because of all the cement we'd filled the blocks with, there was cement debris laying everywhere. He wasnt' going to land on the sand.
When I'd cried out and took off, W had jumped to the outside of the wall and was ahead of me. I'd barely gotten to the hill when I heard the terrible sound of my son hitting the ground. It froze me. For an instant in time, I couldn't move.
Much later TK told me he had floated above me. He said he was above me and he saw me standing still on the hill. Then he saw me run. Next he remembered pain and trying to get upon his knees. How could my son have known I was frozen there if he hadn't seen me? An out of body experience by a small boy? His description gave me chills, but what else could it have been?
When W disappeared around the corner of the house, I was suddenly able to move again. I remember that run. A cross between needing to hurry and total fear of what I would find when I got there. I don't believe I've ever been so scared, before or since.
When I got to the garage opening, I saw TK on his bands and knees with his head hanging. W was on the ground beside TK telling him not to move. W looked up at me and his expression must have been a reflection of my own. W had his hand on TK's shoulder, but didn't know what to do. I shouted to W to go start the car and I'd bring TK. I didn't know what to do either, but hoped that since TK had already tried to get up, our only option was to get him to the Hospital immediately. I gathered our son in my arms and ran to the car.
I don't remember much of that ride. TK was so quiet. A few moans, but no crying. His eyes would watch me, then drift shut, only to open and watch me again. I have no idea what I said to him. I do remember W pulling up at the emergency room door and I didn't wait. He was right behind me when I went shouting for help into the Hospital. They took TK right away, and then I crashed.
Our son had definite help from a Guardian Angel. (W told me that Guardian Angel was all the birthday present he needed that year.) They kept our boy overnight with worry about a ruptered spleen, but he was fine. Scrapes, scratches and bruises. That was all.
That evening, in his Hospital room, I asked the boy why he had spread himself out flat like that. He told me, with all the reasoning of a six year old, "I thought it would slow me down."
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