With a little help

Reuben is recovering from his operation. The surgeon suggested that this is at least a 10 day process. It's vital to help his body heal. 

He has been glued to Angie all these days and every four hours has a dose of medication.

As a result I have been blessed to take Joshie and Caleb to and from school. I have loved it. We've done quizzes and chatted. It's been marvellous.

Yesterday whilst walking back Caleb decided to run ahead and go to the small park. I looked in and he was wrestling his friend. I shouted the ever so common phrase "come on Caleb" and continued walking expecting him to catch up. 

After his brief wrestle he picked himself up and managed to run down the hill. He tripped and fell. His knee, hand and head were scraped, bleeding and was in pain.

I immediately picked him up and having all their bags walked down the hill. Joshie helped and carried his rucksack and stroked his wounded brother.

My mind was concentrating on getting home so I could clean and patch him up. Also I was thinking will I be able to carry him all the way up the hill.

We walked and I whispered words to help his battered morale. A car pulled up and girl ran over and offered us two plasters. Then when I went to put them on it was very bloody and another woman came and said would you like some wipes. Then the plaster girl's mum came over and said why don't we give you a lift and her daughter (the one who gave us the plaster said I'd be happy to walk home to free up the space for all of us). In the space of seconds we were home.

What seemed a massive hill and journey to get home were made easy with a little help from strangers. 

Don't know your names or whether I'd even recognise you again... But ever so grateful for your helping hand today. Thank you.