A Close Call

It’s been a bit of a tense morning. My younger brother is a commercial diver and owns and operates a boat up north, which means that during specific seasons he’s gone for extended periods of time. This morning, while driving a friend’s truck to the tenders he hit a stretch of black ice, lost control, and went over a 30 foot embankment. Thankfully he walked away unhurt, though had to stand in the freezing cold for an hour and a half until someone picked him up – even though the police were called twice.

Personally, I don’t know what’s worse, hearing stories like that or the ones where he gets caught in storms and his boat is cresting swells so large that everyone on board is literally hanging on to something with their feet dangling in mid air.