Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The best time to die.

During the children's mass this morning, a poor man had some sort of seizure after communion while my son Joseph ran to his teacher and said, "Mrs. Walters, can I go and help him, me and Nick know CPR?!" Joseph said, "Mrs.Walters told us no, and that we had to go back to class!" (Go figure, Mrs. Walters wouldn't allow a couple of fourth graders to beat on the chest of an elderly man after mass.) Joseph in his frustration said to me, "Only three people were helping and Father John should have given him last rites, then he would have been as good as new!

 (Too bad, my son's request fell upon deaf ears otherwise he could have received a really cool cub scout badge.)

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