Right after I had my surgery on my leg, Brian was fishing at this pond behind my house and decided to take his shoes off (you know how little boys are) and I had told him a hundred times not to take them off because there were people who fished there and threw liquor bottles and beer bottles in the pond. A big fish come along and jerked the pole out of his hands and the pole started out over the pond so my dear son decided that that fish was not going to get away and dove in after it. Shortly after that I heard him coming to the house calling my name......Momma Momma! I came out of the front door and looked and he had this gaping wound in his foot so off to the hospital we went. He never cried until the doctor started probing around inside the foot and giving him shots. I took him to Vidalia's Hospital and they washed it and sewed it up. Later on in the night he was crying and complaining about the pain, I called the hospital and they said it shouldn't hurt so much and implied that he was putting on....so I let it go and gave him Tylenol. Another day went past with him in pain and I was just about crazy with him and the next morning I woke up and his foot had burst his stitches and abscessed. I automatically put him into the car and went to Ft. Stewart (he is an army dependent) where the doctors x-rayed him and found a cut tendon, cut ligament (in his big toe) and a piece of glass. Was I hopping mad? Grrrrrrrrr! They put him in the hospital and gave us no hope that he would recover completely and would have a limp for life. Well he was in a cast for a very long time. But when he came out I started him right into baseball at the area recreation center and if you remember I did my own therapy for my leg and Adam's therapy for his burns, I also spilled marbles on the floor and made him exercise that big toe by picking up marbles with his toes. He made a full recovery and doesn't have a limp at all. It seems we have been very fortunate. All of us have triumphed over adversity in our lives now it is time for the good things to start happening and guess what? They are!

A couple of years after this Brian went to the mailbox in our trailer park in Savannah Georgia (bare foot again) and was throwing a ball up into the air and jumping around and stepped on another bottle and cut that same foot but down the side. I didn't even know he was hurt until I heard him in the bathroom calling my name. Uh Mom you need to come here a minute, (no crying, the kid hasn't cried since he was a baby except one time) as I stepped into the bathroom there was blood all in the tub. I totally freaked out and was in shock a minute, and he is smiling up at me with this innocent face. I grabbed him up and took him to the hospital again to be sewed up. This time he just got it sewed up and I made them check for cut ligaments, nerves and glass (you learn after a while) and that did not require a week stay in the hospital or casts. Brian is a very good kid, he has a neat personality, is very artistic and is really fun to be around....wish you knew him.