I Know Someone Who Knows Someone

My friend , Earl,  has talented children.  Evan is a world traveller.  Kaylee swam for Canada in the Children’s Games.  And son Dan, is a runner. 

A talented one at that.  He was asked to be the pace bunny for the Around the Bay Road Race. 

And then a couple days before the race, my friend Earl got a call that went something like this.

“Hey Dad, remember how I asked you to pick up my race packet and bunny ears for the race on Sunday?  Well, I’ve been feeling pretty crummy the last two days.  The kids have had something and now I think I’m getting it.  I’ll let you know for sure tomorrow but it looks like I’m gonna scratch.”

As disappointed as Earl was, I was even more disappointed.  How could I brag that I knew someone, who knew someone who was a pace bunny in the Bay?

I had this amazing post all worked out in my head.   Something about how cool it is to know someone who is the parent of a pace bunny.  My own children have brushed with running.  Maybe one day they will join me in a race.  And leave me behind pushing my walker.

Then my idea for the post was dashed in a moment. 

I was pretty happy when Earl got another call today.  His son is feeling better.  So, we’re back on.  I get to say I know someone who knows someone.  Let me sharpen my pencil and have a chat with my friend.  I’ll let you know how it feels to know someone who knows someone.