An Angel Named Hugh and a Doctor Named Chuck Morris(on)

Yes, we couldn’t make this stuff up if we tried.

When we landed 6 days ago in Salt Lake City, we hired Ski Taxi to drive us to Park City. Our very interesting, full of historical fun facts about the area, driver showed up in a minivan with UT plates that simply read, “Hugh.” Hugh is an amazing older hippy generation guy who was very kind to us when he heard we were on our honeymoon. He gave us the “50 cent tour” around town before dropping us off at our resort. He offered to give us a free round trip to anywhere in town if we wanted. Little did we know how valuable that offer would be.

About three days later and after some bad food, Rachel and I were in a world of hurt. I was feeling better than her and had taken the bus to the local grocery to get OTC remedies and food supplies, but Rachel was not able to hold down any liquids and was becoming increasingly dehydrated. So I called to a local urgent care doctors office and made an appointment and then called our new PC friend, Hugh to cash in on his offer. He was so gracious and picked us up at our resort and took us to the doctors office and then the grocery to get more supplies and back. I made the comment to him that it was nice to have a friend in Park City. His very gracious response was, “Yah, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

But the middle of the story gets better. At the doctors office we were assigned a very wonderful doctor whose name — no joke — was Doctor Chuck Morrison. And like any good 80s action film with Chuck Norris, he roundhouse kicked the nausea and dehydration that was bothering Rachel. After 2 liters of fluid, Rachel got her smile back and we were on our way thanks to Hugh.

We had another couple of slow days of recovery, but yesterday we were able to go on a roller-coaster, a slide, and a quarter mile long zip-line at the Park City Mountain Resort. We have had a wonderful time getting really acquainted with each other during the best and worst of times. There isn’t quite anything like a stomach bug to bring a husband and wife together extra quickly.

Ever grateful, I love my wife, Rachel.

Bill

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