Just ran into a neighbor whose 15-year-old broke his humerus yesterday, skiing. And tomorrow is the annual school ski day. Where everybody goes skiing.
She said that, already, the kid (Ian) has heard so many broken-humerus stories that he doesn’t feel all that bad.
(I told his mom my broken-humerus story: After I’d been in rehab 5 weeks, my therapist tested my reactions by throwing a tennis ball at me from 20 feet. All different directions: up, down, across my body, etc. And he said, “If you miss even one, you’re not cleared to go skiing.”
(And when we were done, and I passed, I asked him if anybody ever misses one. And he smiled and said, “Nope.”)
Anyway, to put things in perspective, I mentioned to Ian’s mom that we could be living in the inner city, and be worried about our kids getting shot.
So look at it that way:
THANK GOD WE LIVE IN A PLACE WHERE OUR BIGGEST DANGER IS OURSELVES!
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