Saturday night we went skating.  Once at the rink Keren was overcome with a headache and sore throat.  It turned out to be strep throat, proving, once again, antibiotics used properly are our friend.

Meanwhile Gavi, Jesse, and Sean made their way around the rink.  It wasn't pretty.  None of them have a great gait, but they've got guts.  As a child I skated most weekends, but Sean grew up in Virginia.  Gavi & Jesse (and Keren too) spent too much time in warm climates where skating is unheard of.  Still, we're here now, and skating in part of the culture.

Gavi is fearless.  He falls, but just keeps going- around and around and around again.  He understands danger, but it doesn't matter.  Gavi sets his mind and gets going.  He amazes me, and everyone else.  He guts were a topic of conversation, although a different body part was mentioned.

Jesse is full of fear.  He fell once, hitting his head, and hasn't skated in a year and a half.  He understands danger, and wishes to avoid it.  Still, he caves, like any teen, to peer pressure when he knows he should (and stands up to it when should, thank God).  So there he was, timid, scared, but skating.  The circles got smaller and smaller as he moved from the boards to the centre of the rink, slow and steady.

It may not be pretty, but they get the job done.