On the morning of Thanksgiving, at about 10:00, I got a phone call.
It was not a surprise: the extended family is in town. All my siblings are here, with a couple of nieces and nephews. I was expecting to need to iron out last-minute details for rides, or something, when I answered the phone.
Instead, I learned that the youngest nephew was going to the hospital.
He's only 2. Apparently, he had mis-judged the distance from the small trampoline to a nearby mattress, and landed badly on his arm. It looked like a broken bone, but no one was sure.
Three hours later, we all got confirmation that he'd broken an arm and had received a splint.
Everyone in the family is thankful that Emergency Room at the local hospital was fully staffed and able to help.