Tonight, my baby brother took a trip to the ER. That wasn't as terrifying to me as hearing why he went. He 'snapped' his neck in a fall in judo practice. One of the first things you learn in judo, is how to fall. Well, apparently he fell funny and did something funky to his neck. Well, hearing that your little brother began hyper-ventilating and had difficulty maintaining consciousness, should be enough to scare the shit out of anybody.
I realized two things as a result of this.
1) I am nowhere near as strong as I think I am, or pretend to be
2) I don't think I could handle anything happening to anyone in my family, especially my siblings. I just don't think I'm strong enough. However, in James we are told "Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, 'If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that.'" (James 4:14-15)
Case in point: I really love my family.
