My mom and dad were born in Blanding, a very small town in southeastern Utah. They went back there for a visit over the 4th of July and came home with an amazing Tad Bag story.
They dropped into a little chocolate shop on Main Street in Blanding. They somehow struck up a conversation with the other three patrons in the shop. They were vacationing from California and were just passing through town.
As they chatted, my parents learned that one of the other three worked in another hospital here in our fair city. They kept connecting dots until they learned that several of her coworkers also worked in our emergency department. She had coveted the Tad Bags they carried to work at her hospital and had wanted, really badly, to get a bag of her own.
I guess she was pretty blown away when my parents pulled out one of their bags and gave it to her. When she gets back home, she will head off to work with a Tad Bag she picked up in a chocolate shop in Blanding, Utah.
Somehow, three people just happened into the same shop at the same time in a little town over a thousand miles from where they lived. They struck up a conversation and learned they both knew of me. Two were my parents. One knew me only as the emergency doctor who sewed bags from trauma straps. My parents just happened to have a bag, which they were glad to share with her.
Here is a picture of Gina with Howard and Corine, my generous parents.
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