The problem with worry

Friday, October 29, 2010

The phone call came around 7:20 a.m., just as I opened my classroom door. Jeff, our oldest son, wanted to know why Andy, our youngest, was in a hospital in Mexico. Not surprisingly, I didn't even know Andy was in Mexico, much less a hospital. My policeman son had done little investigative work before making this call. Jeff filled in what little he knew. "I just got a text with a picture of him hooked up to an I.V. in a hospital there." My mind took off like the Discovery space shuttle:

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