Lighten Up!

Okay... I just realized how deep that last blog was so I figured I would give you guys a lighter blog to balance it out.

So here's the deal... I completely obliterated my toe this past weekend! Let me paint a picture for you. A heroic husband, a damsel in distress wife, Tulsa Zoo with Lions and Tigers and Bearts (OH MY!) Yup, it was that good! I leave the rest to your imagination. hehe...

For reals though, I know I am a grown up and I should be mature in my actions, but on the flip side we must also remember that I am a children's pastor! ; ) So we were at the Tulsa Zoo with our dear friends James and Donna Gragg. As you all know, my wife is pregnant so I went ahead and got her a wheelchair so she didn't have to be on her feet all day at the zoo. Well, it was coming towards the end of the day and the park was about to close. It was super hot and I was getting pretty tired of pushing this beautiful pregnant lady around. We began to head out of the park, but we were on the entire other side of the park so we had to go all the way back through. Erin said, "well, look at the bright side babe... now all those uphills will now be downhills". These were her fateful last words. I told her that sometimes the downhills are harder than the uphills. Well, we are just about out of the park and we come upon our last hill. It was pretty big so I figured, instead of fighting gravity the whole way down, why don't we just use the momentum of the hill. BAD IDEA! So I hold myself up on the handles and graze my flip flops on the ground as we begin to pick up speed.

Well, the thing I didn't realize was the grade of the hill changes and it got steeper. This was not a good thing. When we hit the grade change my 8 month pregnant wife began to tip backwards!!!! I tried to do everything I could to stop us, but with flip flops on it was to no resolve (or whatever that word is) So all I could do is use all the stength in me to lower her down as softly as possible as we burn down this hill at like 80 miles an hour! I take her down as slowly as possible until about 3 inches from the ground... this is where gravity took over. I let go of the handles and toppled to my destruction! Flipping over my wife and rolling down the hill. Not a pretty sight!

The first thing I do is immediately get up and check up on my wife as I am apologizing a million times. Well, to my surprise, as I run up to her she is now laying in her chair CRACKING UP!! She said, "that must of looked hilarious!" So as we lift her up, I now know she will be just fine so I begin to look over my own damage. As I look down, I realize that I no longer have a second toe, but an object that looks like a grounded piece of meat and is bend a weird way.

So the last 150 yards ends with me in the wheelchair as we head to the first aid where an incompitent security guard tries to clean me up and put some bandaids on. James ended up taking over the patch up job. Thank God for James!

So you may be thinking that was the end of the day... lets head home. NO SIR! We had to make me feel better so we went to Texas Roadhouse and had steak and ribs! YEAY!