Everyone at work has helped fix my big blunder. Men have delivered picnic tables to a meadow. Lost shovels have been found. Scouters have laughed at the prospect of a bunch of Beavers wandering into "Lord of the Rings Come to Life." Teen volunteers have taken venue changes in stride. Extra leaders have agreed to work Saturday on incredibly short notice. There is sharing of toilets and much generosity with photocopying. The soil is damp and rich, the little trees are growing. The creek is swollen with the rain. Everything will be okay.
question: is anything more delicious than the first gulp of air when you get your head above water?
mompoet - relieved