Benjamin Recovered

Some time ago, Benjamin got a serious cut at school--he's better know.

A boy grabbed scissors from Benjamin rather than waiting for them and Ben was rushed to a clinic.

This was the first day that Terry got connected to the internet at work. Just as he logged on, Terry
's top email from the morning was "Benjamin injured, rushed to medical care." The email was from the morning.

I phoned home--we were at #7--and Lucy already had Benjamin at home. His arm was in a sling but he was doing well. We updated our phone numbers with the school--they had called the realtor, who then called Lucy.

Weeks passed, Benjamin recovered, and then, he was visciously attacked by a pencil sharpener. We got him a cheap one--we thought it would last six months--and it kept breaking into smaller pieces as he carried it between school and home.

Finally, all he had was the single edge razor that was once held in a plastic housing. He cut himself while sharpening a particularly tenacious pencil.

Rushed to the nurse--a different nurse from the last time--he was receiving treatment and then she asked "just a moment, are you Benjamin?" "Yes, I am," he replied.

"Figures" she said and returned to bandaging his finger.

(He has a nice pencil sharpener now.)

No worries.