November 18, 2022
It’s hunting season, which made me recall one of the scarier moments for my husband, Bob, and me. It was 1990 and our son, Garrie, got shot in the face with a .22 rifle on Nov. 10. When I found out, I didn’t even know my name when I called 911. But Garrie walked out of the woods with just a small stream of blood and a small hole in his upper lip. He ended up with a broken jaw and had to have it wired shut for six weeks after some extensive surgery. I never knew I could get that scared.
Yoga resumes on Monday, Nov. 21 at Cromwell Park Pavilion.
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