Friday, February 12, 2010

Thank Goodness For Small Spaces

After hating my little "box" of a townhouse, I have been humbled by living in much, much, much smaller boxes for three months. Sigh.

But, on the other hand. . .

On my sister's cul-de-sac sits a HUGE house. It was the talk of the neighborhood as it was being built -- it was just that big. It's a huge house where you can find silence in some corner, no matter what else is going on in the house. It's a huge house you know is blessed with enormous soaking, jetted tubs.

It was in that house, in that tub, that my sister's friend put her two little boys. They just had a few inches of water, and she walked away to put away some laundry. But one of the little boys turned the water back on and it ran and ran. The little one year old, just two months older than Molly, could not handle all of the water and could not get out and drowned.

He was dead for at least 13 minutes. After miracle upon miracle, he is coming home from the hospital today!!! He's a handsome little guy. Molly will have to try to meet him soon. Check out their amazing story at

I hate the fact that I can hear whenever someone in our building of six apartments flushes the toilet or runs the bath (you can hear the water rush down the pipes). But there are blessings to be found in small spaces.

1 comment:

My25Cents said...

Thanks for sharing this story. I went to the beginning of the story & read about the accident through the mother's words and bawled for at least 15 minutes afterward. Miracles really happen!

On a side note, baby Tegan (Munns granddaughter) has finished her chemo and is home in ID now. Just thought you'd like to know.