MOTIVATION:Ashley Thaba IN last week’s article, I told you about the stress of bringing in thousands of trees. Little did I know, that was nothing compared to the bomb that hit our family on the same day we were bringing in the trees. Out of nowhere, as my son sat and did his math lesson, he suddenly had a massive unprovoked one-hour long seizure. Watching your child foam, convulse, shake, eyes roll back in his head, etc, is one of the scariest things as a parent. There is nothing you can do, but watch and panic and pray! When it happened, thankfully my husband and I were both at home since my children are all currently being homeschooled. We grabbed him and put him in the car and sped off to the hospital as fast as we could. Upon arriving at the hospital, after about an hour of my son coming off the seizure and then going into uncontrollable vomiting, among other issues, things started to slow down enough for them to take Caleb, our son, out of the emergency room and admit him in the hospital formally for observation. At this point, my husband was informed that due to COVID-19 regulations, he needed to leave. Visitors were not allowed during these times to minimise exposure. My husband headed off to deal with trying to find the missing truck driver with our trees and ready our farm for the thousands of grafted quality fruit trees which would be arriving that day. I was left in the hospital. Since his seizure hit violently and suddenly, we hadn’t had time to pack a bag or bring a change of clothes and now my clothes and my son’s were stained with his drool, his vomit and urine. We both were dirty and stinking and now being admitted for at least 48 hours, I felt so gross, but in the grand scheme of things, having my son survive the hour-long seizure made feeling dirty a small issue to complain about. Soon, word got out to friends and one friend called and said: “Do you have a change in clothes? What about a phone charger? A toothbrush? Dinner for tonight?” Practical things I needed. She and her hubby cheerfully offered to go by my house and collect these much-needed items which were a game changer in the hospital stay! Thankfully, we had wonderful friends who took my two daughters at a moment’s notice to their house to spend the night when it became apparent my hubby would spend the night unloading trees. Another friend called and asked how she could help. I told her Caleb was stable and honestly my biggest worry was for Percy. With the truck driver arriving a day later than he had promised, it now meant Percy would have to work all night long to unload over 6 000 trees to be ready for customers by 7am. My husband said around 11pm, she showed up at the farm with three guys who had agreed to work all night long unloading trees. She had driven from Palapye, a town three hours’ drive away, and come up with a practical plan of how to help us in our time of need! Another friend graciously offered to do my job on tree sales helping since I was now stuck in hospital. Another friend called from Kentucky Fried Chicken the next