In the great pattern of life, or at least of my life, any joy is always counterbalanced with pain. Any happiness or lightness of spirit with sorrow and concern and worry. Those are opposite sides of the same coin, and to receive one, you will also get the other.
Following the joy of the Ode to Joy, and a pleasant late dinner and evening spent in a charming area of Detroit known as Greektown, and Bill getting his first university admissions acceptance letter all yesterday there just had to be something rotten to follow.
It followed today when Steven got his second concussion in less than a year from wrestling at today's tournament in Montrose. It seems to be a mild one (the doctors did not want to give his brain yet another MRI within the course of one year, so are going by symptoms). Hopefully he will make a full recovery in time for school to start again in two weeks.
Ah my son, my son, my son.
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