For those of you that have been following this blog from the beginning, I wrote about my dog and an injury that caused him to loose an eye last summer. Even before that, he was reluctant to see the vet, but since then he has been even more apprehensive and a bit anxious about going there.
Today was a routine vet visit for him. I don’t know how he does it, I think he can actually read, but he knows which highway exit the vet’s office is and begins to freak out before we are off the ramp. This would not be so bad except it is easily 10 minutes of driving after the exit to get to the office. Well this time we all went to “take the dog to the doctors”. It was myself along with my wife and the girl. She, of course, is also slightly apprehensive about an experience at the doctor since her last visit. It is a combination of an age thing as well as the fact that she was actually sick while she was there so the trip was much worse than pleasant. Today, because the trip was not for her, she was told by my wife that we were there to help the dog be brave. We had to explain to her, in 2 year old logic, about being brave. How it is ok to be scared, and even cry if you have to, but that in the end, it will all be ok and it is for the good of something or someone else. That made her feel very special and important.
She got to watch while the doctor listened to his heart and look in his ears. She was especially interested in when they took blood and gave him a shot. So much so that she leaned in so close to see that I almost dropped her. Even the technician was impressed. She told us that her son would have gotten nervous for the dog and freaked out. To us it was simply a way to show he from an outside perspective that going to the doctor is not all that bad. She seemed to have a better understanding of what went on in the exam room, and hopefully we can remind her of this experience the next time she is at her doctor.
On the same topic of bravery, but to a significantly larger scope, I want to touch just a little on the events of this week. I was, like many others in America, very interested in the events that transpired in Boston. I remember hearing about the first explosion while I was at my desk and quickly flipping to Twitter and CNN to see what was going on. When I got home I turned on the TV to see what had developed, and they were replaying video of the explosion at the Marathon as it happened. What I saw next is something that is the true definition of bravery. Seconds after the explosion, a group of people went running over and almost diving into the crowd to help people. None of the people knew what was going on, or if there was another bomb waiting to go off at any moment. It seemed to be no hesitation of though; they were going to save as many people as they could, with total disregard to their own safety. That is true bravery and heroism. That makes me feel proud to be witness to something like that. In a place where the intent is to terrify people, there are true heroes that are willing to risk everything to save others. Were they scared, I would imagine so, but they had a job to do.
What is disappointing to me was my initial reaction to the explosion once I heard what had happened. A friend of mine is a marathoner and usually runs in the Boston Marathon, so I immediately called him to see if he was ok. After I found out that he skipped it this year, I though of my wife. For a long time she has had anxiety about visiting places with large crowds for fear that something bad could happen and she would not be safe. I had been trying to help her to overcome this, then something like this happened. Although we are perfectly safe and not even in the same state as the incident, it has affected my family. I am not trying to compare ourselves to the victims in any way, what happened to them was tragic and they are in my prayers, all I am saying is that the effects are not always just physical.
To wrap up, the world witnessed great acts of bravery on an international scale this week. We had our own witness to bravery though the eyes of a child helping her dog to try and overcome his fears of the vet. Sometimes the little victories are just as triumphant.
Have you experienced anything similar, and was it affective?
Thanks for reading.