My son was hurt. Seriously.

After the ambulance ride, after the air-vac, after the surgery, after the discovery of his broken back, after his brace fitting, before he recouped In our home, before getting the first of many bills and just as reality of this life altering experience began to penetrate our daily moments, she called.

A friend who loves my son, who helped raise him, who values him. She called to ask about him. And she called to ask about me.

And I cried.

(He is recovering remarkably well)