Christmas Eve, not-quite-two-year-old Jordan took a fall at an extended family gathering. He lost his balance as he left his mother’s lap and hit his head. Jordan started to cry and then his mother saw blood and she started to cry.
But help was on the way.
The child’s grandfather was there. He’s a pediatrician.
But doctor grandpa (realizing it wasn’t serious) deferred to the mother’s cousin, an on-duty fire fighter (the fire engine was outside). “We’ll let the first responder look at it. If he needs me, he’ll let me know.”
Everyone relaxed, Jordan had his wound cleaned and ice applied.
And God blessed them, every one.