There have been some scary things happen in the last few weeks.
Our friend’s 14 year old son Connor Gordon was hit by lightning and lived to tell the tale. He was kayaking on a dam at their farm near Childers when hit by a bolt of lightning.
He was catapulted 10 metres into the air, landing in the water barely able to move. Parents, Joanne and Kris scrambled to rescue him before he went under the water. They got to him just in time and an ambulance took him to hospital. He has made a full recovery and is now a local celebrity with stories in the papers and on television.
A little 8 year old girl called Trinity Bates from Bundaberg, was abducted from her bed in the night and brutally murdered. Her body was found in the gutter not far from her home. They have arrested and charged her murderer, a ‘family friend’. We live about 45 minutes drive South of Bundaberg. That darling little girl was one year older than my Tessa and even looked a little like her. Makes you just want to hug them all the time and never let them out of your sight.
Yesterday Michael gave me quite a fright. There has been a lot of erosion on the beach and now we have large cliffs of sand held together by the roots of Casuarina trees. Michael was upset about something and disappeared for about an hour. This is quite common as he gets upset by lots of things and doesn’t care to share the details with anyone. He grumbles under his breath and goes off to have time alone to de-stress.
I figured he must have gone down to the beach so went looking for him. The skies were overcast and it was getting dark (heavy rain was forecast in a severe weather warning). As I was going down the path to the beach, Tessa tagging along, a man walked past and said he had seen Michael climbing and jumping off the sand cliffs. I ran as fast as I could down the beach, yelling out to Michael. No response – but this is not unusual – if Michael thinks he’s in trouble he just lies low.
I began to feel panicky as I looked at the sand cliffs and still could not see or hear Michael. There were large mounds of sand every 10 metres or so at the bottom of the cliff. Large mounds of sand that could easily be covering a small boy. It was getting dark and starting to rain so I ran back to our house to see if he had gone home.
Tessa cried out ‘There he is, mum!’
Michael was standing near the driveway, a frown on his face and with both arms in the air in a statement of surrender. He knew he was in trouble because he was supposed to ask me if he could go down the beach. His clothes were covered in sand. I gave him a huge hug and he hugged me back, his head buried in my shirt.
Children are so very precious, but they can break your heart and cause untold damage to your nervous system. Where is the Valium when you need it!