"He'd better be saving someone's life..."

That's what my mother said while we were driving to the hospital yesterday afternoon. My brother had just been taken there, and we didn't know any details more than, "He fell out of the back of a jeep."

We got there and waited. And waited. And waited some more. Then they let Mom in. So David and I waited again. Over an hour later, she came out and told us that he would be ok - just really dizzy and sick. Michael had been sitting there in the back of a running, but parked jeep (so they could listen to the radio) with a couple of friends. Some kid (who didn't own the jeep), jumped in and took off driving. Michael reached out to keep his two friends from falling out and in the process went flying out onto the pavement.

They said he'd be fine to come home soon, since he didn't have fractures or anything really bad like that. I don't know when "soon" is. We spent 7 hours in the ER waiting room and finally left around midnight. I have no idea how he's doing now, 9 1/2 hours after that. It was kind of funny - half the people who came into the ER as patients were people we knew, and about 50 people came by over the course of our 7 hour stint to pray with us, talk, play cards... We are blessed with so many friends.

Could you please pray that Michael comes home soon? Very soon. :(