Ethan "Wee Man" Dailey
Sunday, August 28, 2005
I know that I know
How do I know?
I was there. I watched a woman, hunched over in pain, make her way to the front of church with her cane to receive prayer, and then leave that same cane at the front, arms raised, head held high, WALK down the isle out of church.
How do I know? Because I was there.
I was there in Verado tonight, at Main Squeeze open mic night. Listening to the sounds of the pneumatics. I was there when a man ran in, yelling for 911, saying a kid had just been hit by a car. I was there when Ethan Dailey was laid on the sidewalk bench. I was there when his mother was on her knees weeping, when his father was by his side, telling him it would be alright. There watching the police, then the firefighters, then the ambulance, then the helicopter, come for the broken and bruised boy. I was there, driving the father to the hospital, as the mother took flight with Ethan. There talking with Josh, him: calm, peaceful, strong. "I know it's going to be alright", he says. There in the hospital emergency room with the two brothers to Christy, Kyle and Aaron, Joshs' brother Aaron, my wife and I, praying for Ethan, for healing for strength.
I was there when Christy came down to tell us the news. Broken collar bone, broken hand, fractured skull, bleeding in the brain. The nero-surgeon was on his way to look at the cat scan. I was there in the parking lot when Mel got the call from Josh, Ethan is okay, he is going to be okay. I was there when he told us the doctors where wrong about their assessment. No fracture, no bleeding, collar bone with a slight fracture, and his hand was still waiting for x-rays. There, to witness again, a miracle.
How do I know? Why do I believe? Because I have seen. Seen the broken woman asking for healing, and the broken child, in desperate need of a miracle.
I know that I know.
I was there. I watched a woman, hunched over in pain, make her way to the front of church with her cane to receive prayer, and then leave that same cane at the front, arms raised, head held high, WALK down the isle out of church.
How do I know? Because I was there.
I was there in Verado tonight, at Main Squeeze open mic night. Listening to the sounds of the pneumatics. I was there when a man ran in, yelling for 911, saying a kid had just been hit by a car. I was there when Ethan Dailey was laid on the sidewalk bench. I was there when his mother was on her knees weeping, when his father was by his side, telling him it would be alright. There watching the police, then the firefighters, then the ambulance, then the helicopter, come for the broken and bruised boy. I was there, driving the father to the hospital, as the mother took flight with Ethan. There talking with Josh, him: calm, peaceful, strong. "I know it's going to be alright", he says. There in the hospital emergency room with the two brothers to Christy, Kyle and Aaron, Joshs' brother Aaron, my wife and I, praying for Ethan, for healing for strength.
I was there when Christy came down to tell us the news. Broken collar bone, broken hand, fractured skull, bleeding in the brain. The nero-surgeon was on his way to look at the cat scan. I was there in the parking lot when Mel got the call from Josh, Ethan is okay, he is going to be okay. I was there when he told us the doctors where wrong about their assessment. No fracture, no bleeding, collar bone with a slight fracture, and his hand was still waiting for x-rays. There, to witness again, a miracle.
How do I know? Why do I believe? Because I have seen. Seen the broken woman asking for healing, and the broken child, in desperate need of a miracle.
I know that I know.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Friday, August 19, 2005
New link
Okay so I added a new link here to the site. It is for some more photos, just click the "Mark's flipbook", clicking the other link, "get your own" will take you to their web page. As will clicking on the photo itself, which I think is odd, most people will want to click the photo to see it larger, but this wont take you to the photo. Only the "flipbook" link. Alrighty then, just trying to add more things, and posts will help too. See you soon, most of you.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Fun little ditty
Here is the link to my space, which is an alternative to classmates.com. Pretty sweet, check it out some pics on there too.
www.myspace.com/23482252
www.myspace.com/23482252
Monday, August 08, 2005
A tourist in my home town
Well, we went back to SB last weekend and it was
a great trip. It was all perfectly "Santa Barbara", the cool ocean breeze, warm days, beauty all around and lots of friends to see. We got in around 2am on Friday morning after a 7 hour drive from AZ. We were greeted by a very comfy air mattress, bottled water and a lovely note from our wonderful hosts, Keith & Kris. Friday we went and did all the things tourists do when they come to SB, the mission, the rose garden, the beach, State St. and Fiesta! I felt at home passing all the same stores and smelling all the familiar smells of Fiesta as we walked State St. to De La Guerra Square with the Softshare crew. The sounds of eggs cracking on heads, mariachi music in the street and horses walking the parade made me feel like a kid again growing up in SB. I think for me, smell brings back the best memories and this Fiesta didn't disappoint. It's hard to explain but its a potpourri of aromas, roasted corn drenched in butter, tri tip cooked to perfection, warm wet grass from the humid summer days and of course, the piles of horse crap from the Fiesta Parade :) I swear, I have never seen so many freaking horses in all my life, I don't know why I'm still surprised by the amount of horses in that parade but it never ceases to amaze me.
We sat on the grass with our Softshare buddies and listened to Len's last gig with the Flashbacks which was great. That brings me to another Santa Barbara standard, the incredibly "talented" drunk white people with absolutely no rhythm that come out to show off their latest moves whenever they hear a band playing. There is something very endearing about a person that is so oblivious to how ridiculous they look and it almost makes you want to get up there too because they look like they are having so much fun and couldn't care less that the whole town is watching them do the drunk chicken dance. Gotta love em.
Ahh.......Santa Barbara - great friends, delicious food, beautiful town, good times :)
All that to say, it was great to come back and be a tourist in my home town but I'm so glad that I was just that and I could come back to my new home in Arizona which I love. I would never have dreamt that I could find another place that I love as much as Santa Barbara but I have and I am so grateful for it.
-Kendra
Monday, August 01, 2005
Hells Kitchen
And I don't mean Arizona, several people can vouch for me on this one, I Mark Rohl, picked Michael to win, from day one. And I also caught a subtle hint in the pre show credits (I didn't know what to call it) when they show the contestants and Ramsie looks at them, well when Michael was on screen Ramsie was looking straight ahead, with a bit of a smirk and a nod. But I did pick Mike from the get go, next reality show, not counting the dance one, I am putting money down in Vegas, can you bet on reality ponies?
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