Traveling in Ireland means narrow, teeny, tiny roads.
We have found beautiful landscapes,
flowers, bushes and shrubs
on our back road travels,
however,
there was only one time
we came across a tiny little child.
The house we have stayed in while in Ireland
has a road leading in and a road leading out in a different direction.
One day we had been in the hills to the West of the house
and while returning on the back road we came across
this tiny little tot standing in the middle of the road.
We freaked . . . a bit
no one around
not a mom or dad, or granny
or dog, car,
NOTHING!
Just this little boy.
I put the window down and
tried to talk with him.
He
stood
looked
not a word
I said to him,
"stay right there"
and we took off up the road to a house
where I had seen some children
not far from where we were staying.
We found gold!
There was a frantic mother and granny
running all over the place trying to
find their little escaping artist.
I put the window down and said,
"are you missing a little boy?"
Needless to say, they were
frightened and thrilled
all in one breath.
(I guess the "escape artist" had a history of running away.)
Now mind you, this little one had traveled quite a distance.
I can't even begin to think what might have happened if we hadn't come along,
It all turned out happy and well.
I am relieved we were the ones traveling
the Ireland paths that day.
A
Happy Ending
to a
Story
~ ~ ~
4 comments:
You were that families angel! How lucky they were that day.
While it was a scary story your picture is beautiful! There is no green like that of Ireland, is there!
That picture is beautiful of him! What stories he will tell one day of the Americans who caught his great escape and took him home :)
I bet he ends up being a world traveler!
Great story, Lynne :)
xo, misha
Everything happens for a reason, and I am sure you were meant to be on that road at that time.
i can only imagine their panic! but that is one lovely photo! :)
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