November 15, 2008
What do you do with a second chance? On Monday, I got a call from my lead-carpenter husband, Steven, telling me that his coworker had accidentally shot him in the back with a nail gun. As I gasped and started to cry, he reassured me, told me he was fine, the nail was low. A carpenter’s wife gets somewhat used to cuts, scrapes and burns, so I went about my business. The next call was from his employer telling me he was conscious now and seemed to be breathing fine now. I was not reassured anymore.
The picture above is a scan of Steven’s shirt, with the nail.
I raced to the hospital in Framingham with our boys. He was fine. Exhaustive tests showed that the 2-1/2″ nail hit nothing vital. He was spared. What if…what if… It was something for the boys – we couldn’t help but compare their healthy big dad (except for the deep puncture in his back) to the other emergency room victims who weren’t faring as well.
It’s been a frightening and startling week, Steven’s brush with mortality gave us immediate perspective on everything that we have and all that we can look forward to. I can confidantly say that nothing in our relationship has made us closer as a couple or as a family. Ready to take on the world, meet any pending challenge. Let’s go.