Change of plan, kids sent to the neighbor and I high tailed it to the school. I rush out of the car and realize where I am going and that I probably should sit back in the car and disarm 
The paramedics decide to transport her to the hospital so I jump back in the car and head for the hospital. Fortunately, I have a holster (Galco NSA II) that is very easy to take on and off. I get to the hospital door and see the dreaded sign 30.06 posted 
Back to the car to secure my weapon and then a rush back to the emegency room door where I met the ambulance and my wife. One hour later she was in surgery and I knew it was going to be a late night. Surgery went well, waited for her to get into a room and get settled for the night, said my goodbyes and left for home to pick up the sleeping children from the neighbors. (You know you have good neighbors when you can dump the kids off in an emergency and not worry!) On the way home 1:00am I realized that her car was still at the school which is about 1.5 miles away from the house. Now I knew I had a problem because the kids car seats were in the car and I had to have them for the morning. I also was not about to leave one of my cars in the dark school parking lot overnight. So I weighed my options at 1:00 am and I had three choices: Leave a car at the school (No), Walk (No), or ride my son's scooter up to the school.
Now this isn't the run of the mill scooter. This thing is like a skateboard with oversized wheels and handle bars. If the six year old has mastered it, I should be fine! So off I go...
I never really thought about it until later but I'm glad I didn't run into any of our local LEOs. A 35 year old man on a scooter at 1:00am probably didn't look right and most likely would have drawn some attention. Now I get about half way to the school and all was well until I hit the construction zone. I didn't see the uneven surface until it was too late and you guessed it...the scooter stoped but I didn't. Right over the handle bars and face down into the middle of the street. I have skinned up palms to prove it! Keys went flying, wallet came out of my back pocket but my Glock 23 stayed snug in the holster.
I collected myself and looked around for anyone who might have seen this circus event and luckily nobody out at 1:30am.
Out of breath, skinned palms, and bruised ribs I returned with the car safely home. As I put the kids to bed my son inquired, "Daddy, why are your hands bleeding?" So I told him that I borrowed his scooter and fell. He gave me the best advice of the night: "You should have asked first Dad...I would have let you borrow my helmet and pads too!"
Not exactly how I intended to test holster retention but now I know!
. Hope all is well with the wife. 
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