today's story is nothing funny, in fact it is almost a copy of a terrible misfortune today.
On Monday December 1st 1980 (and I remember well that it was a Monday) a 7 year old boy climbed onto a roof of about 7 meters and due to neglect of old age ended up stepping on the skylight that allowed the entry of light to the patio of a (and in that year) old house. The weight was too much and ended glass yielding.
The fall caused a few injuries, "mild" in the arms and (what if it was extremely serious and dangerous) a cut of about 11 cm is one arm. This caused a loss of blood that would have been fatal if his mother would not have been as incredibly fast to a hospital for urgent surgery necessary. This cut resulted in a total loss of movement in 2 fingers of his left hand.
Today, almost 30 years later, that child is telling the story through this medium. Two operations, microsurgery in the left arm, several months of rehabilitation achieved plaster and leave no aftermath of that morning in the summer of 1980 (more than a scar about 70 stitches)
This October 4 when I saw a news practically identical with the unfortunate difference that the child did not survive, many memories came to my mind. ( http://www.montevideo.com.uy/notnoticias_121588_1.html )
now with a young daughter, my adventures of the young me to be strict sometimes, annoying, almost imbancable (arguably) with the issue of security and precautions.
Today more than ever I prefer that my daughter is angry with me, but personally I do not have to suffer the pain of knowing that by not having this or that precaution might suffer a serious or fatal accident.
I am an example of more care than you have, children also find ways to do things that end up being extremely dangerous. But I will not work with my own inaction.
write this for two reasons, first as a form of catharsis to this fact which undoubtedly affected me and second to understand (and someone who was a direct protagonist) none too careful, or networks to put bars on the windows of the buildings is not being paranoid, it is an obligation we have as parents. Which cover the outlets and explain to our children with clear and specific concepts of the dangers that surround us, is the only way that our children can live healthy and happy.
clarify that I have nothing to criticize my mother, the accident occurred in a context where all the blame was mine, and in fact many times when my mother makes me mad about something, my brain travels and imagine what must have felt seeing her son lying in a pool of blood surrounded by glass all around, in that moment my anger at some silly low automatically.
I can only thank her for her courage and fortitude to avoid being frozen and saving my life.
repeat, no precaution is great and if our children are angry with us for some crazy limit ... does not matter, time will one day when writing on the internet, have the best memories of those limitations.
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