My son fell and snapped his arm two weeks ago.
A nasty break. Straight through. Right up near his shoulder.
For him, at 12-years-old, it was worse than the Titanic sinking. Everything he knew about the world changed with a single misstep.
I rushed in to pick him from school.
He’s an emotional kid and yet he wasn’t crying. My adult brain said out loud, “Don’…
