First Aid

A Forgotten NeccesityMy mom gave me this first aid pouch when I was 14 as I left the house for my first trip away from my parents. “Here. Take this,” she said. “Just in case.” I realize now that she intentionally picked that moment, as I headed out the door to camp, to give me that pouch, because she knew I would have “accidentally” forgotten it had she given it to me as I was packing for the trip. “Fine,” I said, and dropped it in my backpack. It wasn’t until I met my super-cool, tough-guy roommates that I pulled it out of my backpack to find that it was a “Wrist Pocket.” I flipped the pouch over and realized that it had two elastic bands running across the back to attach to your wrist. Whether she actually thought that I was going to wear it on the trip made no difference; I just new I had to hide it, or risk the most humiliating week of my life. I wish I could say that I fell and smacked my head open and luckily I had this way-awesome first aid wrist pocket and it saved my life which left me forever indebted to my loving, thoughtful mother, but I can’t. What I can say is that when she gave it to me it was packed full with Band-Aids, Noesporin, and butterfly tape, but when I pulled it out of the drawer tonight to blog about it, the pouch was empty. Clearly, over the last 11 years there have been some “just in case” times when I was glad to have a first aid wrist pocket nearby.



~ by russell jander on January 2, 2012.

2 Responses to “First Aid”

  1. Purging is a good thing…I don’t know if I’d get anywhere doing one thing a day though…lol. Good luck on your journey!

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