When our 21 year-old daughter came home from her park ranger intern job last night she looked physically and emotionally drained, and I became concerned.
She came up and hugged me for a long time. I haven’t had a, “I need a hug, Daddy, please comfort me and make the world go away” hug like that in a long time. I loved it.
But while I gave her my best strong “Daddy is here, you’re safe, and it will all be OK” hug, my concern turned to alarm at the thought that perhaps she was having a severe relapse. Flashes of blood transfusions, long stays in the intensive care unit, and worse, started going off in my head.
So it was with great relief when she said while still hugging me tightly that she and her ranger mentor had responded to a bad car accident involving four 17 year-olds. One was so badly hurt that she had to hold his head firmly to avoid further possible spinal damage while they lifted him onto the stretcher to be MedEvac’d (flown out by helicopter) for emergency treatment.
She’d been trained as a First Responder and knew what to do, but it’s all only theory until one has their first real-life experience with such situations.
She did what she was supposed to do the way she was supposed to do it.
I’m proud of my little girl, uh, I mean confident and capable young woman.