When I was younger (like 7 or 8?) I went on a camping trip with my family. I feel like I should mention that my family is an outdoorsy family. Three seasons of the year we would be camping, fishing, hiking, hunting, etc. I believe we were camping in Logan canyon on this particular trip and I was fishing on a bridge over the Logan River. Somehow I never connected that if you caught a fish it died. Not sure how I missed that tiny detail. Anywhoo..I caught a fish and watched as it stopped breathing and I freaked out. So I tried to give the fish CPR. I think there is a picture somewhere in my mom's house of me bent over the fish, and then a family photo of me teary eyes holding the fish who didn't make it. (Mom...you should find that pic and email it to me)
No one can say I don't have a soft spot for animals.
2 comments:
that story makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.
that is so cute! you were kind hearted from the very beginning!
i just read through your blog and my eyes welled up with tears. i wish i wasn't offering my sympathy through a blog. i wish i could be there to hug you and let you cry on my shoulder. i am so sorry for your loss and for the heartache of this trial/anguish. you are such a beautiful woman. i wish i could offer strength and help you through this difficult time. we love you guys and our prayers and condolences are with you. keep the faith.
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