Because, after all, I AM a responsible person.
I got to Winnipeg at 10:30 pm, Vern and I talked til 3:30 am, then I read the new People magazine, because that's what I do on Friday nights.
I got up 6 hours later and saw that I'd missed a call from my mom.
I called her back.
"You called?"
"Yeah. Don't worry. He's going to be OK. Drew is being taken by ambulance to the hospital; he hurt himself snowboarding. They think it's a broken collar bone. They couldn't get ahold of you or Mark, so they tried Julie, then Sherry, then me. Daryl is going to meet the ambulance at the Mission Hospital..." So I spent the next half hour calling Hemlock Resort, the youth pastor that I've never me that works at a church we've never gone to, the youth sponsor who followed the ambulance in a van, my sister, my mom, my brother-in-law, Max ...
Oy.
His collar bone is broken:
Yeah. He's in some kind of pain.
Thanks, family, for looking after my boy for the 24 hours it took til I got home.
I owe you.
Oh, and I love you.
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