Tomorrow is the annual Flyers' Wives Fight for Lives Carnival at the Wells Fargo Center. The players' wives founded this charity years ago after the team lost defenseman Barry Ashbee to leukemia. The carnival has always benefited leukemia research.
For a year now, Rebecca has asked to be able to go to the carnival to meet her favorite player, Danny Briere (who bears a slight resemblance to Paul McCartney). A family friend bought her a ticket so that she could not only meet Briere but have a photo taken with him. She planned to have him autograph her jersey and she even practiced some French since he's from one of the French-speaking provinces.
On Thursday, my heart sank as I watched him take a hit that really jolted his neck. He left the game and didn't come back. Since he already suffered one concussion this season, I was worried that he'd had another. If he did, the team would not have allowed him to participate in the carnival since the lights, music and other sensory stimulation is not helpful to a player battling a concussion.
Rebecca doesn't ask for very much and I hated the idea of her looking forward to this for so long only to be disappointed, so I asked Jesus for one of those frivolous things I wouldn't normally mention.
As it turns out, Danny B did not suffer a concussion. He had a minor shoulder injury so insignificant he was on the ice today for the game against the Penguins. God-willing, Rebecca will get her wish tomorrow afternoon.
I know this is a trifle of little significance, but I thank God all the same for His generosity to His little servant.