And they all lived happily every after

To the female representative of the Utah Summer Games that told me "it's not my job" and "calm down" in the most condescending, unkind, and uncomforting voice that could be used toward a woman fraught with fear over her eight year old daughter being lost amongst 3000 people on a dark football field: may you only receive kindness and genuine concern and help should you be separated from your children, grandchildren or those unable to defend or help themselves, and you may also thank God above for it was only He that stayed my fist from making contact with your mouth.

To the security guard whose kindness and compassion and genuine concern were calming and effective- thank you! thank you! thank you! And when I find out your name (and I will, believe me) I will do anything I can to show my eternal gratitude.

When I returned to the stands (after E found me behind the stage and told me that C was safe), I held C for a minute; a long minute. Just as she looked up at me, the fireworks display began. I looked into her eyes, hugged her a little tighter and said, "This is were the story ends, 'And they all lived happily ever after.' " I love you, C.

Note to self: Call and let director of games (with whom I am personally acquainted) and let him know that turning off the stadium lights without an announcement while children without parents are on the field isn't the safest thing to do!

Second note to self: Don't forget to thank God and C's guardian angel tonight, lest you be like the woman who said it wasn't her job. Sometimes forgiveness takes time....