Thank you for bringing my son back to me
There was a breakdown in communication when I went with a group of family down to Heritage Days, and my son ended up wandering off. Those ten minutes were the most terrifying of my life. I had luckily thought to write my phone number on both of his arms before getting down there, and it was a group of three who found him and called me immediately. They were two young men and a beautiful woman in a light blue dress. They got him back to me, and I just fell to the ground holding him and crying, so I wasn’t able to thank them. They left as soon as he was in my arms. I hope they know how wonderful they are and how much their protection of my son meant to me. I will undeniable remember their actions for the rest of my life with deepest gratitude in my heart.
My little love is now only going to be under my supervision at these things to avoid this from happening again, but parents, please have your number available on your child in some way when attending big functions. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened otherwise and the agony of a longer reunion taking place. It was an honest mistake on my family member’s part, but these mistakes can be deadly, and it’s just always best to be prepared. None of us are perfect.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you again to all three that got my child back to me.