shade trees and ringing bells – yarsPosted: October 27, 2012
I actually heard birds singing, and people were calling me from far away. I couldn’t move, I was waking and my arms and legs didn’t work. Someone was asking me, “Do you know where you are?” I was on a stretcher, strapped in, surrounded by most of my teammates wearing their Cleveland Blue jerseys. I had one on too.
“Do you know where you are?” They asked again in soft, serious tones.
Everybody laughed. “No, I wasn’t on the observation deck of Terminal Tower, the highest skyscraper in Cleveland. Let’s get you to the hospital.” Two men started lifting me into the ambulance.
It was all coming back. This was Traverse City, eight hours from home. There was a rugby tournament, the cherry festival. We slept last night on picnic tables at the ski lodge.
“Do you have insurance?” Insurance, I probably had it through work. I was nineteen, on my own. This was too complicated. I had some money, but that was gas for my way back.
“Wait!” I hollered. “I don’t have insurance, or any money.”
They stopped lifting an put me down. “How about your teammates?”
A Greek chorus of Cleveland Blue responded, “We don’t have money either.”
The driver and his partner stepped off to the side conferred briefly, and quickly loaded me up for a forty yard ambulance ride to the nearest shade tree.
YARS – yet another rugby story