Where Austin Gerth Experiences a Miracle
Posted on Tuesday, August 6th, 2013 by Austin Gerth
Today I woke up, ate breakfast, showered, etc, etc, and went to work, as many of you did as well, I’m sure. At the Splash Park, I did everything I usually do to open the park: unlocked the bathrooms, put ice and concessions in the coolers, unlocked the Splash Park and brought everything necessary down from the office, de-bungied the umbrellas, and pressed the touch screen button that turns the water on. I was ready to spend the day reading with occasional disruptions from meddlesome customers. Then a small storm moved through and I moved underneath a large picnic shelter to keep my book dry, since there was no one at the park. The storm moved out and the skies cleared, and I resigned myself back to work; there had been no lightning, and the sky was suddenly clear and the sun bright, so in all likelihood there would be just as many customers as any normal day at the park.
Sure enough, in little bit I saw an older couple approaching the park, towels in hand, with two grandchildren in tow. I had allowed all but one of the water fixtures at the park to turn off by this time (everything at the park is on a 15 minute timer), so I started to turn other parts of the park on as these prospective customers stopped in the bathrooms to change into swim attire.
Suddenly, as I stood beside my desk, activating the various regions of the park, a wasp flew out of nowhere (or out of a park drain) and landed on the sleeve of my shirt.
Time slowed to a crawl. I knew that if I moved too suddenly I would be stung; if I flicked the wasp off my person and it was able to right itself in mid-air before hitting the ground, it would pursue, and I would, in all likelihood, be stung. So, I resolved to stay still and wait the wasp out: it would have to leave eventually, right?
Wrong: I stood there with the wasp for a couple of straight minutes (it felt like much longer), willing it to leave before the customers got to the gate. It did not. The old couple and their grandkids got to that gate, and the old man said, “Hi how are you?”
I said, “Not great, there’s a wasp on me, and I don’t really know what to do about it.”
At this, the old man turned decisive; quickly assessing the situation, he said, “Well, don’t worry, I’m a beekeeper.” And he reached out and quickly plucked the wasp from my sleeve with his bare hand. The wasp tried to sting him, but he threw it on the ground and stepped on it.
So, today a beekeeper saved my life.