Tuesday, September 5, 2017
“I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.” ― John Green
Forty-three years ago today, Karen and I were at the movies watching S*P*Y*S with Elliot Gould and Donald Sutherland when Karen said it was time to go to the hospital. Since she was nine-months pregnant, I agreed, and we got in our Volkswagen beetle and drove to the Kaiser Hospital on Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood where we had gotten our Lamaze training. I was coaching her on her breathing on the hour-long drive, got her admitted, parked the car, came back in, got gowned up for the labor room, turned around and had a nurse put a baby in my arms and she said, “Here’s your son.” Wow! John just sort of popped into this world in less than two hours. Karen was in labor for over twenty-four hours with our first son, so this came as a real surprise. Guess she was fed up with spending a lot of time hurting and pushing. I was upset that all my Lamaze training didn’t get used, but oh well, my son John was here, happy, looking around, and I think trying to start taking things apart, since he’s been doing that ever since. Today, he’s forty-three years old and in his eleventh year as a missionary here teaching sanitation and hygiene, buying pumps to bring water to three villages, putting solar light in rural villages, teaching computers to the locals, and helping other missionaries with their computer problems. He’s happy and we are very proud of him. Well done, Karen. Well done, John.