...and he gave me a REAL fright today. He is out of town with work and two of his co-workers got into a "fight" - words were thrown about and then one whipped out, he said a razor blade but it may have been a box cutter...and slashed the other guy. My "baby" said the guy fell and lost consciousness and he was looking through the gash at the guy's lung - he held him "together" and kept compression on the 8" - 9" cut until paramedics got there. I asked him how he (meaning him, my son) was and he said "Mom, I saw his lung, I didn't want him to die on me".
Needless to say the one guy is in jail and the other guy is in critical but stable condition and should be ok. My son is on his way home with another co-worker. I know he just wants to crash when he gets here (I just want to cry when he gets here
) - that's a lot to go through, IMHO, at 19...knowing someone's life is literally in your hands. I just want to see him.