I did first aid and CPR training with the Red Cross this week. I had to laugh when they pulled out a stack of the grey blankets for us to use. They brought back memories...when I was a senior in high school, I went with a group to Mexico during spring break. We were camping, and happened to be there during a really big storm. When out campsite started flooding, we decided it was time to go home. Pushing the vans we came in up a muddy hill was no small feat. As we drove toward the border, someone got on a cell phone and arranged for us to stay at a church in San Diego that night. When we got closer, we found out that the police had appropriated the church as their base for a "situation" that was taking place across the street. The pastor at the church had called the Red Cross, and declared us refugees for the night. We were directed to an elementary school in El Cajon where we spent the night. On squeaky cots. With those itchy grey blankets to keep us warm.
Good memories. Probably no one reading this knew me then. Still good memories.
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