A day in the life of a TeSelle. Monday, February 2, 2009. Greg left for work at his usual time around 6:20 a.m. Today he was taking the train because one of our cars has been in the shop getting something with the transmission fixed. He had been taking the train for a week now. I was going to sleep in a little bit because the boys had off school today but after Greg left I couldn’t go back to sleep. I got up and turned on the coffee pot and was checking my emails. It was 6:40 a.m. Normally, I would have my first cup of coffee and have some quiet time to myself before the kids woke up, check the weather and get the breakfast table ready. Not today. The door bell rang. Now, if you have ever heard our 1950s doorbell, you know it makes your heart jump a little because it is very loud. I’m not kidding. When it rang this time, my heart jumped A LOT! Who is ringing our doorbell this early? I was almost a little upset because I knew all the kids would be up after hearing it. My first thought was it was our neighbor Rudy with an issue at his house or something. I never thought it would be Greg when I peered through the window. Now, my heart is really pumping. I opened the door and he said, “It’s not going to be a good day.” He was grasping his left arm with his right arm and leaning over in pain. He told me in short sentences that he was attacked by a German Shepherd and that he needed to get to the ER. He laid down on the floor to keep from passing out and I immediately got on the phone and called Karrie to come over to take care of the kids so I could get him to the hospital.
Greg was attacked by a German Shepherd as he was walking to the train station. As he was defending himself, he was knocked down to the ground and was trying to brace his fall and broke his arm. His radius near his wrist is shattered to pieces and it will require surgery. {Greg’s post about what happened.}
Today is the surgery. Thank you for your prayers. Please also pray for our kids, especially the boys. Most of you know that Gunnar had a crippling fear of dogs. So bad that he wouldn’t want to be outside if he saw a dog walking by and if he was outside, he would run inside at the first sight of a dog. He wouldn’t want to go to his friends house for a playdate if they had a dog. He didn’t want to walk around the neighborhood and trick-or-treat. Just last summer, he conquered this fear. Now, we are forced with the reality that what we have been telling them isn’t always true. We have been telling them that dogs bark at you to say hi. We put our hand out if they are on a leash with their owner to smell your hand. The reality is, that there are some dogs out there that have an intent to harm. Greg crossed it’s path yesterday. We will have a family meeting to discuss what happened. Pray for our words to be full of wisdom.
Reeve says
Wow!i had no idea about all the crazy dog stuff. What a scary, scary day. Love y’all.