Had an odd experience over the weekend. Sunday morning 7a phone call from the kid, who was eating biscuits & gravy in a hospital cafeteria at the time.
He was fine physically, he was there 'cause a fraternity brother had some issues, the kind that end up with the patient in ICU & his parents inbound from 6+ hours away.
Yeah, I'm walking the line here between going into details that don't feel like mine to tell.
The takeway, parentally, is that it sucks that your kid has to deal with grownup shit sometimes ... but it's pretty good that, in the end, they're the one that the peers are coming up to even days later to say "glad you were here, you were the one person that didn't panic, and the one that went above & beyond".
He still sucks at tying knots but maybe there's more Eagle Scout in him than meets the eye
