
I have been thinking about writing this post for a long time. Originally, I was going to write it on the day Granton leaves the hospital, but it looks like I will be teaching on that day. So when we post the pictures of him leaving the hospital with these cowboy boots on you will understand why he is wearing them. About ten or fifteen years ago I watched a movie called “Alive.” It was about a Uruguayan Rugby team that survived a plain crash only to be stranded in the snow covered Andes Mountains. Their chances of survival were very slim and after many terrible things happened the leader of the group had to go look for help. He assured his teammate, who was loosing his will to live, they would make it. He gave him one little red baby shoe and kept the match. He assured his teammate the shoes would be reunited. When the leader finally came back, he was in a helicopter. As it was circling the plan crash, he leaned out and held up his little red shoe. His teammate smiled and pulled his out of his pocket and held it up as well. I don’t know why, but that has always stuck in my head. Who knows, it could be for what we have experienced in the last five and a half months. I don’t remember how much we shared on the blog when Granton was so bad, and I don’t know how many of you did not know about Granton then. Let me just say it was very hard. We were constantly reminded of the odds. The doctors wanted to be sure that we understood the likelihood of Granton’s death. I think they were trying to prepare us. We had so many different doctors giving us these talks; it was exausting. It was during one of these days that I saw Jenni trying to write a blog. Tears were dripping off her cheek because she was at a loss for something good to write. I was crying too. I walked up behind her and gave her a hug. I said, “He is going to be okay. He is going to leave his hospital in cowboy boots.” I don’t know why I picked cowboy boots. It could be because I was reading a lot of Louis L’amour westerns where the good cowboy always lives to ride off into the sunset. It could because I am a big OSU cowboys fan. Or it could be because I thought it made Granton sound tough. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think Granton’s toughness had anything to do with his survival. We credit all that to God. I just knew we needed something to look forward to, like rematching the little red baby shoes. I thought the cowboy boots would be good for us to have something to focus on. It was kind of our light at the end of the tunnel. We talked about what the boots would look like. It was a lot of fun looking at different boots on line and picking these out. These boots not only represent the excitement we feel about Granton leaving the hospital. They also are a symbol of what we have gone through and what God has taught us through this journey. It will be wonderful when he puts them on!





















