This is a true story that happened to one of the board members at my church.
One day Bill was at home installing ceramic tile on his basement floor and steps. Brenda called down the stairs to say that their daughter Bree was on the phone and needed to speak to her dad. Since he was in the middle of tiling, it was inconvenient to stop, clean up and go speak on the phone. But since it was his daughter and it sounded urgent, he came upstairs and took the phone.
His daughter is a paramedic and told him about a serious situation she had responded to that day. The call came on the radio dispatching her medical team to a kid’s camp several miles out of the city. They hurried there with sirens screaming and lights flashing.
Upon entering the campgrounds, they were directed to a group of people next to a sports field. Two kids were on the ground with obvious injuries and bleeding.
Bree began examining one of the kids and asked him what had happened.
“We were playing a game when we got hurt.”
“What game was that?”
“We were playing Red Rover.”
(For those who don’t know, Red Rover is a game where two teams line up on opposite sides from each other with hands linked. The team decides who to call over from the other team. That person then races across and tries to break through the line of joined hands. If they succeed in breaking through, they return to their own team. If they cannot break through, they must join the team they failed to conquer.)
So Bree listened and continued her examination. She pulled out her penlight and aimed into the kid’s eyes looking for signs of brain injury. As she shone the light, she told the young boy, “Follow the light with your eyes.”
“What are you talking about?” was the reply.
“Do you know where you are? This is CNIB camp for blind kids.”
I do not know which is funnier; that Bree did not realize her patient was blind or that blind kids were playing Red Rover. Surprises for everybody.