Last Saturday evening I received one of those dreaded, awful telephone calls. The one that causes the ground beneath you to shudder. I had talked to my sister earlier in the day. We talked about the usual nothingness and casual events of our lives. We laughed and giggled as sisters do. I am always glad to hear from her. It was late, my husband had gone to bed and I was preparing to do so when my sister called me. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. She went on to tell me that my nephew had been on his motorcycle and had ended up in a terrible, life threatening accident. He had lost control of his motorcycle, while riding with his brother, and ended up veering off the road into someone's yard and not only hit a tree but was thrown off the bike into another tree. Needless to say, the injuries were severe! His brother and wife had just moved into the neighborhood and he called out to his wife, who had been a medic and sh...
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