A few weeks ago, Chrissie and I were out and about and my phone rang. Our youngest son’s name and photo popped up on the screen.“Uh oh,” I said. “Something bad happened.”“Why do you say that?” Chrissie asked.“I’ll explain after.” I took the call and listened to our somewhat-freaked-out son explaining that he had been in an accident, and was standing by the side of the road waiting for the police. He wanted me to come walk hi...
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