Care Bear!

"I get to act goofy and no one will know it's me?! Sign me up!"

Yup, I signed and I was goofy to my heart's content. I was a care beart this friday for a NICU kid's convention. It's a annual get together for kid's from Southwest Memorial Hospital. I had to walk around, wave, bow, hug, smile, waltz, clap, dance, take pictures with, etc. At one point I was really scared because I had to hold some fragile babies as parents wanted to take pictures with me. I could barely see or feel anything so it was quite a challenge to not only appear natural but keep the darn babies from dropping to the ground...which would mean heading back to the ICU (not good).

At one point I was standing by the door when some announcements were made. I heard, "And volunteer of the year goes to Kharen Turner!". It was Kharen, wife of my youth pastor. Then I saw Kempton along with his baby, Christian. It was totally unexpected. I bet the some kids were scared as they heard the care bear say to himself, "Oh....my...God."

I pondered if I wanted to say hi and tell them that the person behind the mask was me, but I figured since I wasn't allowed to talk anyway I'd have a little fun. I waltzed up to Kempton and started clapping and playing pick-a-boo with Christian. We took pictures and had a grand ol' time for a few minutes. It was not until this morning during church did they find out. Boy was that suprise...