John and I were just talking the other day about how blessed we are. I had a student whose father was killed in a motorcycle accident last weekend. We were talking about how blessed we are to have such great kids, and not to have suffered such trauma. (Knock on wood!) Not more than two hours later, Jordan calls me and tells me he needs to go to the hospital, (again!) I truly thought he was joking. He wasn't. He split his knee open and had to have 12 stitches. He now has 25 stitches in the same leg. John and I both have said, if this is as bad as it gets, we are doing good! With four kids, three of them being boys, we have been pretty lucky!