I'm not sure why this story has affected me so much but it has. This past Sunday, when Kevin Everett of the Buffalo Bills suffered his "catastrophic" spine injury, doctors said he would never walk again and may not even live long. It hit me hard. I'd never heard of Everett before and I'm not remotely a Bills fan. But I was really torn up, nonetheless.
Now, this news:
Looks like, due to some smart doctors and some good old fashioned luck, Everett has a pretty good chance at a full recovery. For some reason I can't explain, I am relieved beyond words. Maybe I just needed some good news. But when my buddy Greg told me about this today, I got up and cheered. Well, as much as my bad back would allow, anyway.
Okay, I'm going to bed. Suzanne and I have been up all night cleaning the house in preparation for Mom and Dad's visit tomorrow. They're stopping by on their way to Italy. That's right, Italy. They planned this trip months ago and after Mike died, the airline refused to refund their money. So they're going through with the trip. It won't be the fun trip they were planning. Their long-time friend Bruno passed away recently, as did his younger son, Paulo. And they'll be taking part of Mike's ashes with them to spread in the place where he was born. This trip will be very hard on them and I'm going to worry about them every day. So, please keep them in your thoughts.
Okay, seriously. It's ultra-late, my back hurts and I've got a loooong day at work tomorrow. So, good night!