I was driving home from the airport the other night when my cell phone rang. It was my sweet wife, Jean, calling, always a welcome occurrence, especially after a day away from home.
“Guess where we are?” she asked with a lilt and bit of play in her voice.
I didn’t want to say it, but I was thinking, I don’t want to guess … please tell me.
My suspicions were quickly confirmed.
“We’re at the emergency room again,” she said, “but this time it’s for Troy.”
I could tell by the tone of her voice that Troy wasn’t in any grave danger, but anytime your child requires professional medical attention there is always cause for concern.