A number of touching instances occurred that day. Jesse called his brother, Seth, at 5:15 a.m. and said –

“You’ve got to get here quick. Mom’s going to the hospital and I need a ride.”  Seth, who is not a morning person, arrived at my house from his, 20 minutes away, in breakneck speed, as I was being wheeled on a stretcher into the ambulance.

While I was ‘ambulanced’ to one hospital, Seth drove Jesse to another. Fifteen minutes after I was placed in my emergency room, Seth’s face appeared in the curtained doorway. As the hospital attendees filled me with IV fluids, took x-rays, blood tests and EKG’s, Seth picked up the phone to call his other brother, Scott, to fill him in and tell him he needed to pick up Jesse after surgery, because he was in the hospital with me.

All of this occurred before 7 a.m.

None of my sons went to work that day. Instead they rallied for our family.

After Jesse’s surgery, Scott brought him back to my house, and we spent the afternoon and evening cheering each other up and on. None of this fit into the original game plan.

I want to thank my sons, their significant others, and my significant other. I am surrounded by presence and love. I could not be more grateful or proud.

Moral of the story: Be the person you wish to be, especially when circumstances make it tough to do so. Be good to your family. Cherish the people you love. Remember what is important.

“Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may realize they were the big things.” Robert Brault

P.S. Everyone is fine.