Prayer for Oldest Son

Today I got one of those phone calls today that no one likes to get.

"There's been an accident."

Oldest Son took a bad fall on a waterslide at camp and broke his leg, above the ankle, in three places. Two spiral breaks and one vertical.

He was taken to a small hospital in a town 'up north' and had surgery late this afternoon. He now has a plate and three screws in his leg.

Daughter-in-law and her mother were able to fight frightening traffic around Chicago to get here by nine tonight.

When we left, Oldest Son was resting somewhat comfortably in a drug induced fog.

So much for random summer thoughts.