When it rains, it dumps buckets...

Last night, while I was at Surrey Hospital with my dad, Clint was getting ready to go to St. Paul's Hospital in Vancouver:
(Warning. Do not scroll down if the sight of blood bothers you.)
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He was dancing.
And whilst busting a move (doing a backflip), someone bumped into him.

He landed on his face.

Six stitches.

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Part of #51 done?

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Three things I'm thankful for:

1. His neck is not broken.

2. The rest of his body does not hurt.

3. His friends made sure he got home safely.

Shalom,