It’s all fun and games, and then someone loses an eye. The boy was playing lacrosse. A stick hit him, and his helmet cracked and gave him this super attractive gash. Peter and I were at a soccer game an hour away. His friends brought him to the hospital, where he received 12 stitches. Maybe it was a “how do you handle an emergency-college-dry-run? I’m not going to be there either, right?. He was calm and focused and reassuring on the phone. Ugh. Grateful, it wasn’t an inch lower. Actually, grateful doesn’t even cover it.
*the gratitude-a-thon 