Karen Fullington
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A 64 yr old grandmother that has travelled a few miles in life.
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The Gift
Just after dusk and darkness fast approaching we gathered on the curb of the most dreadful place of my life. At the front door of the Dallas hospital I stood trying to cope with the tragic event of the day. My only son unresponsive laid at death's door beyond this parking lot. Our friends were trying to console us and comfort our greatest fears but their voices fell upon my ears as one of many flowing through my mind. Just as we had decided it was time to depart my husband started walking quickly toward our suburban. We had parked it in valet parking right in front of the hospital. Becoming frustrated with his urgency to leave I called out to him. He continued his pace as though he was ignoring me calling to him. Suddenly I saw the tail lights of our vehicle light up. I did a complete 360 in my mind in warpspeed realizing he was still approaching our vehicle. Commonsense tries to understand how this could be and I soon grasped the idea our truck was being stolen! Oh yes stolen right in front of the hospital on a night that I thought couldn't be worst until now! The thief backed out quickly and my husband grabbed the side mirror jumping on the running board and off they went at a high speed out of the parking lot! My heart turned to butter and my thoughts were a spiderweb yet I knew I must do something! I took off running screaming "call the police, call an ambulance" as I ran past the cars in the intersection putting my hand on their hood as I ran by. In my mind trauma, stress, and tragedy were very real words at this moment. I knew not only was my son in trouble tonight so was my husband. All I could do was pray and run begging for a good outcome. As the thief approached the third intersection that turned toward the interstate he slowed down giving my husband time to jump off. Our vehicle that had just been completely repaired of every little problem was now stolen and headed down the interstate. We were now left without transportation to and from the hospital which was about 45 miles from home.
By Karen Fullington5 years ago in Families
A Gift
As a young girl in a moderate American family I grew up with the concept the sky was the limit. The dreams of a lifetime rolled through my mind with imaginations of all the possibilities I might achieve. I could be a lawyer doctor an inventor of some great need yet as life went on I am still only a dreamer. As life continued on my vision became dim as the possibilities began to fade. I was married in 1975 and had resolved to be content raising a family. This was the first reality check of my life. We were unable to have children. I have always been one who continued to dream beyond the barriers and it wasn't long and the opportunity came. A relative called one night asking if we would be interested in adopting a 4 month old baby boy. This was a shock moment for us and after a few days of contemplating the need the want and the cost we called them back. All of the details were expressed and we headed to Houston Texas to meet our new son. Being young and inexperienced the excitement was our guide. Once we had arrived and saw this beautiful brown eyed little boy we knew he would be ours. It wasn't long and we were on our way home with our bundle of joy not realizing how inexperienced we were. Once we arrived home the grandparents took over and we went through a crash course of having a baby in the house. As the days went by we went through a proper adoption proceeding and now he was officially ours to raise and to love. It seemed as though he was handpicked just for us as his name was already the name of my dad and husband's brother. Life had enveloped us into a new realm that we were quiet frankly enjoying beyond anything I could imagine. Our life had purpose and fulfillment and our vision was clear. He was our son and our vision was his.
By Karen Fullington5 years ago in Families
