Twins Win!

We went to the game this evening.  We double dated with my sister-in-law.  Her friend gave us the tickets at the left field line at row 25.  I don’t think I've ever sat that close.  Not sure I would again.  Too many balls are hit foul along that line and tonight an elderly gentleman was trying to catch one, but it caught him, full force, above the eye instead.  He went down, in what seemed like slow motion, his lady companion trying to ease him down.  Fans called for help, ushers came down, a beer vendor came over with his tray and put ice into a bandana from a fan, and first aid team came rushing down.  Walkie talkies, concerned faces, and no movement was cause for alarm.  When the man was able to sit up we saw that he also hit his head, gashing it as well.  The fan that retrieved the ball brought it down to the man and we cheered.  We cheered for the helpers, we cheered for the man.  He was shaky when they led him up to what I suspect was a waiting ambulance.  

O Heavenly Healer, be with the injured Twins fan, his companion and all who were really close to the incident.  Be with those who came to his aid, those trained and those who were able to use common sense for his benefit.  Heal all who were afflicted by this incident—keep their dreams pure this night.  Bless all who are able to help, support and show mercy.  Amen.