May
20, 2014
My
instead: I took my grandson Andy to visit the St. Louis Gateway Arch.
Every
other Tuesday, my grandson Andy and I have each other. The day is ours! He is
just a little over 2-years-old, so he is not much on expressing his preferences
on where to go and what to do. I, on the other hand, have a plethora of
possible activities up my sleeve when our Tuesday rolls around.
The
Gateway Arch was the destination on this particular day. Andy was in a great
mood as he usually is. We walked up to the Arch and he looked up at it, but he was
really not too impressed. We got closer and he was able to touch it, but still
no realization of the magnificence of this second tallest monument in the
United States.
When
we went to the top, Andy was starting to get into it. The elevator was a piece
of cake…no fear or claustrophobia. At the very top, he headed for the windows
to check out what all the other kids were checking out! Andy nonchalantly took
in the “city side” and 30 seconds was enough of that. However, the “river side”
held his interest a bit longer. He loved watching the little boats way down
there making their way up the river and under the bridge. The hustle and bustle
of all the people and lots of kids added to the excitement of this venture.
Success! He loved it!
We
left and headed back to my car, but on the way we sat on a grassy slope and
watched the train move across the landing. We had to take in a helicopter leaving
the heliport as well. Then it was time for lunch. As we grabbed a quick lunch, I
realized that I was missing my phone. Uh-oh! We went back to my car…no phone.
Uh-oh! I decided to go back to where we were sitting on that slope. I walked
with a purpose, not looking at or speaking to anyone. We arrived at the spot
where we had sat and there it was! My phone was resting on the grass
undisturbed. My prayers were answered! I was elated, knowing that I did not
have to face all the hassle of getting a new phone.
On
the walk back to the car, I was telling anyone that would listen about losing
my phone and then “miraculously” finding it. Everyone was very receptive to my
exuberance, I guess because they all knew what it’s like to be missing a phone.
I
laughed at myself about my immediate change in personality from when I was en
route to find my phone and then the transformation on my way back after
discovering it in the rough. I told my daughter-in-law Shaundra the story and she
said “See, that just reminds us that we never know what people are going
through.” I’m like “Yeah, you’re right!” I had originally been thinking of the whole
ordeal and my Jekyll and Hyde shift.
I
guess I’m human after all…
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