I forgot to mention the significance of Pastor Carl in Jeff's life. He was responsible for us naming him Jeff. For some reason we had plenty of girls' names. He would come in each day with suggestions. Names were eliminated by repetition (too many Wada's) or association (Gayle's students that did not leave a positive impression). Jeff is the name of his second son, Jordan his third.
A few entries ago, I talked about how in the back of our (Gayle and myself) minds' is a fear that something else will occur. Yesterday Gayle and I drove Jeff to school. His first class was cancelled, so it was a later start. Since the remaining class was only for 3 hours, we decided to go eat dinner out in Fullerton. After dinner, we just figured we would wait in the parking lot.
As we drove up to the parking lot to pick him up, a Campus Police car came driving by with lights flashing. He pulls up to the building and runs up the stairs. Right after that a second Campus police drives up with lights flashing and she runs up the stairs. We get out of the car to observe and Gayle has that look on her face. To reassure her, I said "I would not be too concerned unless a paramedic pulls up, then I would worry". As soon as I say that we hear sirens.
A fire truck pulls up, and shortly thereafter an ambulance. I turn around and Gayle is texting Jeff.
What goes through my mind is, is that why both of us came tonight? Something happaned to Jeff and we were there to be with him?
I told Gayle that I would follow the paramedics to see what was happaning. So giving them a little distance, I tailed them up the stairs and to a classroom. I could not see into the room due to the small opening and people surrounding the person. But I did hear some of the students refer to the person as "her". A sigh of relief, briefly. As I headed back down the stairs, the two campus police take off running for another emergency call. I decide to follow them just in case. But shortly after losing sight of them, I came across some other students refering to the student in need as female.
A sign of relief on Gayle's face as I told her and the burden of a shortened life span due to stress slowly faded away. A few minutes later Jeff comes strolling out between the police cars, fire truck and abulance wondering whats going on. He shrugs and gets into the car.
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