I wrote a letter to a friend last week. I was worried about him and just wanted to be in touch. I couldn’t find a generic friendship card so I mailed the letter in a get well soon card, hoping it wouldn’t be too weird. In a sad coincidence the letter should have gotten there only hours after he was actually admitted to the hospital. More appropriate than it was intended to be.
Our neighbor’s kids rolled their car four times Saturday night while driving down the mountain to come home. The daughter was brought to the hospital in full traction. A few hours later the hospital completed all the tests they needed to do and determined that she would be extremely sore for quite a while, but other than that she could go home.
They felt like it was a miracle that nothing worse was wrong with her.