Another miracle

Miracle on ice

A few years ago, there was an instance where a young bunch of amateur hockey athletes beat the top rated hockey professional team from Russia. It was a noteworthy victory and became a well known movie. 

I love grand parenting for many reasons, but the foremost includes welcoming the great little grand children into our home and sharing a few exquisite moments together. 

We recently had an incident occur in my home that was similar to the miracle on ice in many ways and also very different. This paper is an attempt to capture this experience now for generations to come. 

Just yesterday, Camie brought a couple of her boys down with her, so Emily could do her hair. It was great. Fitz and Enzo played in the backyard and jumped on the trampoline while Cam got her hair done in the upstairs salon. I asked Enzo to help me a few minutes. We went down stairs and got a parcel of of toilet paper wrapped in plastic. Enzo worked hard to carry this massive package (compared to him) up the stairs. He filled the holders in each of the bathrooms. I then had to run an errand, so I stepped out for a minute. 

When I returned, the 6-foot glass mirror that had been leaning against the wall on the stairway landing was resting at the bottom of the stairs, glass up. I thought that Mom must be trying to rearrange the room and left the mirror at the bottom of the stairs to get my help positioning it elsewhere. 

It turns out that Enzo had been playing on the stairs and somehow this massive mirror toppled over on him while I was out of the house. When I asked Emily to share with me details and what she knows, this is what she he said “We didn’t see it so I don’t know exactly what happened, but here is what I think happened. I think he was leaning against the mirror his back towards the mirror just hitting it with his bum (cause he was doing that to the mirror in my salon) and he hit it hard enough for the mirror to stand straight up and topple over him so he was pushed to the ground on his belly and then the mirror slid down the stairs.” She mentioned that the mirror was at the bottom of the stairs glass facing down when they found it. 

Just as I mentioned to Camilla, I told Emily that Enzo was protected from serious harm. I have no doubt.

There seems to be a theme of protection here in our family. I had an experience as a small boy where my dad told me not to fiddle with a door that had been removed from its hinges in Leslie’s room. I fiddled, and it ended up falling on me, but that’s not all. Robyn recounts a time my mother narrowly escaped harm, when a sheet of glass fell on her in our SLC home. 

“A large sheet of glass in the garage... don't recall what it was for... probably for some construction project. It was very large, like patio door size. Maybe Mom tripped and the sheet of glass fell on top of her. I have this memory in my mind of seeing her lying on her back... maybe on some stacked lumber (and maybe why she tripped?) she was covered in little pieces of glass. It was terrifying! I don't remember anything else... if Dad was home or what happened afterwards. I'm not certain if I saw what I described (I think I did) or if it was a picture created in my mind from hearing about it.”

Many of us have been protected from harm when things could have turned out much differently. 

Today the miracle was Enzo, and for that I am most grateful.