After Owen's soccer game at Lundstrom Park on Saturday, we noticed some parachutes, or parasails, I think, drifting down to earth from the mountains just to the East. We watched the first one land beautifully on the empty baseball diamond there. Then we watched as the second one circled down, closer and closer. I took this photo of the kids watching his descent. Doesn't it look beautiful and serene? Unfortunately, something went wrong when he tried to land, his parasail crumpled up at the last second, and he fell to the earth from many feet above, bounced, landed again, and didn't move. People swarmed around him from all over the park. He was talking, but unable to breathe or move. Bennett, Owen, Jake and Jack had run right up next to him while I was taping (yes, I have the fall recorded), so I quickly tried to remove them from the disturbing scene. I tried to explain that he didn't need 50 people gawking at him, and someone had already called for help. As we were driving away, I did see him finally up on his hands and knees. So hopefully he is okay. I know this is a random and unhappy post. But it was a significant even this weekend, so there you have it.
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