In an odd twist of fate, yesterday started and ended much the same.
I was up early to get to the YMCA for a run workout. I got through 7.3 miles in an hour, and headed off to work. I had to leave work early in order to get to the Boys' and Girls' Brigade for an 8th grade ski trip. By reason of being the last experienced volunteer leader going with the kids, I was "in charge." (Anyone with a bunch of 8th graders in their care knows that "charge" can be very theoretical)
Years of military experience helped both leaving the building and arriving at the ski hill. We were able to move very efficiently and the kids were skiing in no time. All went well, until... (cue ominous music!)
About 30 minutes after the kids started skiing, one of the youth found me helping teach at the bunny hill. He let me know one of our group was at the first aid station with an injured arm.
That led to 90 minutes of calling parents and Brigade staff, working with the ski patrol to stabilize the young man's arm, and making arrangements to get him to the hospital. As soon as we got him into a car headed off the hill it was time to chase the rest of the group toward the bus so we could leave, ourselves.
After I got back home, I had to write out an accident report for the Brigade staff detailing the situation and then get my stuff ready for work.
Like I said, I started and ended the day the exact same way. Running around in circles, getting nowhere fast.
RSS Feed