I bought it for her 6 years ago. It wasn’t a gift that made a lot of rational sense, but I knew it fit her personality and she would love it. Eight feet long with a big Roxy logo in the middle, it was the perfect Tiffany surfboard. Living in Atlanta we don’t see a lot of surf, but heading out to Charleston for the Bert’s Big Adventure staff retreat gave us the perfect opportunity to finally throw her board in the water. A five and a half hour drive, and thirty minutes in the ocean later I came walking out of the surf with Tiff’s board under my arm. Reaching back I could feel the knot, and poked around it until I pulled a half inch piece of plastic fin out of scalp. Another hour later and Tiff and I are sitting in the emergency room at MUSC hospital waiting to get my head stitched up. I’m not sure what brought it about because we both would rather have been back at the house visiting with the staff, but we found ourselves naming all the positives of the situation. ”The board hit me in the back of the head and not the face.” ”I didn’t lose an eye.” ”I didn’t get slammed on the ocean floor.” ”The ER is virtually empty, so they’ll likely get us back fast.” The more we went on like this the more I felt blessed about the situation, and grateful that I was only there to get a few stitches and to be on my way.
As we left the ER we called our family to share my surfing mishap only to find out our baby sister was also in the ER. At the time we didn’t know the severity of the situation, or what exactly had happened. We dialed number after number searching for answers, and headed back to the beach house with the plan of grabbing our bags and heading back to Atlanta. We reached my dad who told us to stay put until he knew more. We didn’t hear from him again that night, and since the details of what happened are not just mine to share I won’t, but to simply say our little sister was in an accident on the lake and was air lifted to Children’s Hospital in Atlanta. It was the grace of God that not only saved her life, but did so in such a way that she will be her old self in no time. She came home from the hospital Sunday, and as she looked at my stitches and showed me hers I couldn’t help but feel so much gratitude again. Driving home later Tiff and I talked again about the positives of the situation. How blessed we are, and how quickly everything about your life can change. About this time last year we wrote about gratitude on the blog, and a year later we are still grateful, but I think we’re learning to become more grateful for the little things, especially time.
-Robert & Tiffany