Poor Noah.....

While on the bus taking us out to our plane going to Phu Quoc, the bus jolted to a stop. A woman's bag loaded with book slid into Noah's ankle. The scream was ugly......although deserved. A few layers of skin was removed, some blood, and instant bruising and swelling. I lifted him up, ran up the stairs in front of everybody onto the plane to get water and ice.......well, who knew we had to wait for help until the entire plane borded. The screams and crying continued, I was certain the ankle was broken. Finally the ice arrived when everybody had borded and was seated. The big bandage was a hit, the ankle not broken, and all is well in Noah's world again, here at the beach in Phu Quoc. Did I mention we are on the beach in a thatched hurt? Mosquito netting around our beds.......of course!