A Cut Above
My daughter had an accident yesterday. She is alright, if a little fragile. She was in school today.
Apart from the scar she will always have, there are two memories I think will stay with me: blood and kindness.
Blood soaked her shirt, leggings and the toy cat she was holding. Blue paper towels were soaked to purple. Her friend thought it was her nose bleeding, but it was her head, above her eye.
Everyone was so kind.
We were soon bundled off to hospital, where again, everyone was kind.
And she was brave.
I am grateful to everyone who helped her when it happened, and to everyone who phoned, texted and facebooked afterwards; and for the concern and prayers of her church family.
If Catherine Willows got her cotton buds out, there would plenty of evidence for her at the scene.
But it was just an accident: blood, kindness and eventually, a scar.