Last night was a big night in Columbus. The USA men's soccer team played Mexico in a World Cup qualifier right here in the Cbus (and won, and clinched a spot in next year's World Cup). Several of us got together for a viewing party at a private "club" above a bar on campus. Our friends Mike and Amy, who live in Atlanta, happened to be in town and another friend (also named Mike) drove up from Cincinnati. Aaron went to high school with Mike and Mike, and the three of them, along with Ben (of the 2-ball wedding toast) have remained close all these years.
|Missing their fourth "brother" but they conference called Ben during halftime.|
Unfortunately, the power went out about five minutes before the game started (and never came back on). Some of us just walked up the street and watched the game at a little bar where the beer was mighty cheap.
To get to campus from our house, Aaron called a cab. Here's how the cab company had him in their system:
|"Aron Climax." This is now Aaron's porn name. Carlos Danger who?|
In other news, today is of course 9/11. I'm not going to spend time trying to put something into words when others can do it so well. My friend Steph wrote this post last year on Resilience and I'd love for you to read it. This year she wrote "I wish we remembered more today about the acts of kindness in the days that followed, and the feeling of unity and love for country and our fellow citizens."
I couldn't agree more.
For those who don't know, today is also the anniversary of a scary event that hit Aaron and me very directly. Three years ago, Aaron was in a serious bicycle accident. Two years ago, I wrote my second blog post which details what happened to him. You can read that here. We are so fortunate and grateful - to have friends and family who were available at a moment's notice that day and beyond; to have had excellent medical care for Aaron; and that Aaron is resilient and healed like a superhero when the outcome could have been so much worse.
We now have the frame of that bike hanging on the wall in our bedroom. I wish I could show you his helmet. We never saw it but we were told that it split in two. Please, please always wear a helmet!