I thought that there would be about 600 kids...mostly under 10 years old spread out on a grassy knoll. The kids would have a walmart bag to collect their balls or at least use their shirts to gather the balls. I pictured that the balls would fall down in a slow fashion and would be spread out gently and expansively by the breeze of the chopper blades. I pictured Easter egg hunt fashion and jovial smiles as they collected up their balls. After all the balls were found we would go through our 5 or 6 balls (the math doesn't add up, but I wasn't that analytical) and wait for them to call out our number like bingo! There would be jumping and celebrating. I didn't actually expect a bike, but the game itself would be fun!
So....in actuality, we thought we would be late so Steve dropped us off at an intersection, and we (Jenna, Zac and I) ran wildly (and pregers) to the "northeast side of the field". (I am from Indiana people!- Give me a landmark, mountains don't count yet...they are everywhere!) There were mumbled rules about "parents standing back behind the trashcans" (elusive trash cans) and "you only get 1 ball or you are disqualified". (oops, put away the walmart bag!) We get to the place out of breath and hot from the sun. (It was a grassy knoll, however!) The helicopter appears from a valley in the mountain and that was very exciting. Then he has the audacity to fly-by like 3 times teasing the crowd as we wait somewhat confused for the balls. I hear parents around me asking each other, "will this be a stampede?" The time came when the balls would fall, he opened his trash bag and florescent balls fell from the sky to well-over a thousand people, and then parents and teens and children of all ages scurry for balls, good luck if you weren't in the selected area where they fell. Then it was over.
1 swoop, balls drop, people scurry, and many kids were empty-handed and confused...walking around like, "I didn't get a ball." It seemed like 20 balls fell and for some reason I cared- more than the kids. I said, "It's ok. No big deal. It was cool to see the helicopter!" The kids didn't cry or anything, their shoulders were undoubtedly slumped momentarily, but there were no injuries or ugly competitiveness witnessed. They moved on and wanted to play on the playground with
I value the 3 virtues of faith, hope and charity, but also I acknowledge that I am human and for that hot, anticlimactic, let-down of a moment or 15, I was bitter and thought that the kids at least needed a ball in their hand...didn't even have to be a winner ball. Oh well, we all have our share of let downs and "lucky ping pong balls". It makes life a journey- unpredictable, with moments of bitterness that make the sweet moments that much sweeter.
Blame it on the hormones.