(72nd Entry) What a three weeks…

It started out with a simple, but hard fall. I was moving out of an apartment that I had lived in for three years. There was some construction being done on the street in front of the apartment. I stepped onto the side walk from the street. The sidewalk had this coarse, dark sand that was invisible to my eye. My right foot went sliding down the incline to the driveway like it was on ice. I fell with my arm against my ribcage. I hit hard, bouncing over on my side. At first I thought I had broken my ribs, but I had simply knocked the air out of myself.

It took a few minutes, but I soon realized that it was my right arm that hurt so bad. To make a long story short, I needed two stitched in my left leg and I fractured the bone in the end of my right arm. That was towards the beginning of the week and then over the weekend we watched Hurricane Ike destroy Galveston.

We’re coming up on our third anniversary of moving our offices to Mexico from Galveston. We still have a warehouse with inventory and all of our mail goes to Galveston, but all of our operating facilities are in Mexico. We moved our offices three years ago when Hurricane Rita was to have hit Galveston, but at the last minute turned towards Louisiana. After that getting trucks, 18 wheelers, from Mexico to Galveston was impossible due to the back log.

We opened a couple of weeks later in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. Five of our original employees are still working for us today. Actually 5 out of 7 are working today. Of course today there are 22 or 23 people working. We’ve added two factories and are still growing.

Back to my arm… It’s better. Not quit so painful. If they had put it in a caste I would have been severely limited in what I could do, so we’re letting it heal naturally. I actually did this before when I was 13. I had a bicycle wreck and hit my arm head on into the curb. I saw the fractures in the x-ray and they’ve healed nicely. This to will heal.

Back to Hurricane Ike… I’ve talked to some of my friends in Galveston. All had damage to things that they owned. All are ok. BUT.. they all sound different than they usually do. It’s that sound of despair, of being over-whelmed. As one friend of mine said, “Remember what we thought Rita was going to be? This was it.” My thought and prayers are with them.

Both of those events happened three weeks ago. And now the last two weeks… They can wait for another entry.