“Alex! Alex, I-I-I think he is seizing.”
“Turn him on his side now and lay his head on his arm!”
My camper spasmed on the ground as unidentifiable liquids dribbled from the side of his mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes and my heart beat climbed until it caught itself in my throat. We rushed to turn him until help made its way down to the ropes course. A golf cart arrived, a girl with a walkie-talkie radioed into the wellhouse letting them know that we were on our way. The driver handed me a trash bag and we draped it over James to catch any bodily fluids that might have come up on the short ride to the Wellhouse. The doctors evaluated him and told us to rest until lunch which was fine by both James and I, James mostly because he got to drink Gatorade and me because the heat index was most likely in the hundreds.
“James? James!” I searched for him, panic beginning to rise in my chest. “Adam, have you seen James?” He had the same panicky look about him as I did as we scanned the Dining Hall.
“There!” he points to a small figure …show more content…
My mind was spinning questioning how through all the puke, diarrhea, and seizures he still kept up his positive attitude. As his counselor, I was scared and saddened by the fact that his camp experience was going poorly. Camp was about him having fun and no worries, but it seemed to be just the opposite, that was until I talked with James. Even though he was sick most of the time, he remained happy and excited to be there. Camp Barnabas is a camp specifically designed for kids and adults who have diseases and disabilities, that focuses on the individual and not the disability. As counselors we guide and teach them about God and give them encouragement to participate in activities that defy the social stigmas surrounding those with
“Turn him on his side now and lay his head on his arm!”
My camper spasmed on the ground as unidentifiable liquids dribbled from the side of his mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes and my heart beat climbed until it caught itself in my throat. We rushed to turn him until help made its way down to the ropes course. A golf cart arrived, a girl with a walkie-talkie radioed into the wellhouse letting them know that we were on our way. The driver handed me a trash bag and we draped it over James to catch any bodily fluids that might have come up on the short ride to the Wellhouse. The doctors evaluated him and told us to rest until lunch which was fine by both James and I, James mostly because he got to drink Gatorade and me because the heat index was most likely in the hundreds.
“James? James!” I searched for him, panic beginning to rise in my chest. “Adam, have you seen James?” He had the same panicky look about him as I did as we scanned the Dining Hall.
“There!” he points to a small figure …show more content…
My mind was spinning questioning how through all the puke, diarrhea, and seizures he still kept up his positive attitude. As his counselor, I was scared and saddened by the fact that his camp experience was going poorly. Camp was about him having fun and no worries, but it seemed to be just the opposite, that was until I talked with James. Even though he was sick most of the time, he remained happy and excited to be there. Camp Barnabas is a camp specifically designed for kids and adults who have diseases and disabilities, that focuses on the individual and not the disability. As counselors we guide and teach them about God and give them encouragement to participate in activities that defy the social stigmas surrounding those with