Hurt Hand, Happy Heart

Well, I was in my classroom on Friday, working on getting my mess of a room together, when my mom called. She said "I am leaving work and heading to the hospital." I do not know about you, but I feel like these are some of the worst words you can hear. Before I can say a word she says, "Granny is coming to Baylor by ambulance (I'm thinking "AMBULANCE?! Why would she need an ambulance?!")... She was helping Grandpa pen cattle and hurt her hand." While this was nearly what I thought she'd say, I was still stuck on the ambulance part... I was picturing a completely mauled hand. WHY is it that we ALWAYS think the worst?

Anyway... It turns out that my grandma (who has penned cattle hundreds of times) had her hand wrapped around the gate, and my grandpa was backing the trailer up to the gate and her hand got caught between the two. Bam! Thank the good Lord that all she had was 2 large gashes and a cracked finger. She did have to have hand surgery and she is hurting a bit, but by-golly, she is a fighter. 3 heart attacks, 2 stints, 1 stroke, and a masectomy later, what is a little hand surgery? :)

So... After being with her Saturday morning and knowing that she was okay, I headed out with some new and old friends and had some serious food for my heart and soul.

Happy happy heart.