A cloth, a cloth

While I admit that I am not the best person to have around in an emergency my Mom is really the last person you want to have around you when there is an accident.

My Dad was an optometrist; at the back of his practise he had a workshop where he repaired frames.  Something happened with the gas for the little welder one day and there was a little explosion.  My Mom was standing in the room next to my Dad’s workshop.  Instead of running straight to him, she ran around through all the other offices and the front reception to get to him.  Fortunately my Dad was not seriously hurt.

My step brother had a motor cycle accident.  There was blood everywhere.  My Mom did not rush him to the emergency.  In her shocked state she said, “Sit down and eat your dinner, you are late.”

My Mom and Dad lived with me for a few years.  I was cleaning my bedroom one day.  I took the glass top off my dressing table to clean it.  The thick heavy glass cracked.  A  piece cut into my foot and a vein was severed.  There was blood everywhere.  My Mom was close by.  I asked her to get me a rag for the blood.  She ran off with her hands in the air shouting, “A cloth, a cloth, a cloth.”  I told my daughters to call my Dad.

My Dad came, he brought a rag and we went to the doctor’s rooms to get me stitched up.  All the time my Mom was still running around the house shouting “a cloth, a cloth, a cloth.”

How do you react in an emergency?

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