The first 24 hours in Hawaii
were a trial.
We mad a midnight run to the
emergency room when Jennifer had an asthma
attack.
That was quite an experience, since
the only person in the house who knew where the hospital was
happened to be Grandpa Ollie - who is blind!!
So, with a prayer, a can of Coke,
and a lead foot, we managed to drive straight to the
hospital (doing 60 m.p.h. on those narrow island roads) with
no directions!
God hears prayers, believe
me!!