“There is more to a boy than what his mother sees. There is more to a boy then what his father dreams. Inside every boy lies a heart that beats, and sometimes it screams, refusing to take defeat. And sometimes his father's dreams aren't big enough, and sometimes his mother's vision isn't long enough. And sometimes the boy has to dream his own dreams and break through the clouds with his own sunbeams.”
― Ben Behunin, Remembering Isaac: The Wise and Joyful Potter of Niederbipp
My son got the job he was up for, a promotion with a good salary and an office and a title and benefits. No more shift work. And he can still coach track and field. Meanwhile the EMT process grinds along. May I be honest here? With Ebola making an appearance in the city last week I am secretly not sorry that the process of becoming an EMT with the Fire Department takes as long as it does. It's one less thing for me to worry about right now. I mean, I know the EMT-paramedics wear the hazmat suits and have been trained on how to handle transporting Ebola patients, and I know my son isn't afraid of all this. Still. Everything in its time.