What a whirlwind of activity these last few months have been. And it will continue into the summer. At the end of April while we were at Katie's graduation, these 4 boys decided to cross from Iverson Beach to the other side of Livingston Bay. It was tougher than they thought. They decided to walk up to the church building to use the phone. Their cellphones, shoes, and car keys were back on the other side.
Imagine the church at the 532 sign. They crawled through an open window and began calling friends who might be available to pick them up. They ran out of people and decided to swim back across. Jackson refused to leave. He kept calling and he finally got in touch with Sister Turner, his seminary teacher. She dropped everything and came to get him.
As they entered Iverson Beach they could see the three young men struggling. One was being carried by the others. They yelled out to Jackson to call 911, which he did. When they finally came out of the water, the smallest was unconscious. The ambulance was ready to whisk him away to the hospital and he recovered well.
The funny part was that no one told us. We returned home to find an article in the newspaper. And everyone in the ward knew.
We were happy to have Grandma and Grandpa join us.
