Cleaning up the house the other day I found this slip of paper that an emergency response worker handed to me in the emergency room. I was in complete shock, waiting in the lobby with Rick's brother and coworkers. After what felt like an eternity they let me see my husband. He was strapped to a gurney ready for transport, with a tube down this throat and blood all over his face. This sweet red-headed lady handed me a slip of paper with Rick's room number at Miami Valley (the hospital they were about to transport him to). I think I'll keep this paper as a reminder of that day. This Thanksgiving will be particularly overwhelming as I think about how much I have to be grateful for!