Lost

One time when I was away across the South China Sea, my dear Hubby took the two boys for a swim (my girl wasn't born yet). When it was time to go home, my Hubby got them changed and walked with them to the car.

Or so he thought.

One moment Arrow #2 was walking beside him, and next moment, he had disappeared! This is the dread of every parent!

Together with Arrow #1 they searched.

They enlisted the help of the security man and the lifeguard.

They peeked at the bottom of the pool.

No sign of Arrow #2.

Suddenly another security guard showed up with him in tow. Phew!

Arrow #2, being as short as he was, saw a man with long trousers and followed the trousers without looking up. He had forgotten that his Dad was wearing shorts that day, not the usual working pants! He trotted along this stranger's side until the front foyer. Then he realised his mistake! Thank God he had the presence of mind to look for help.

Did he cry? No.

Was he scared? Not initially.

I didn't hear about this until I got back a day later. Hubby and I then sat on his bed and chatted with him. Then he cried. And we prayed with and for him.

We were glad we had taught them even at a young age what to do if they got lost - stay put if possible, or if they saw someone in uniform, ask for help. He was too young to remember his phone number then. So we knew angels were watching over him!