My Son Was on a Gurney with Three Broken Ribs When His Mother Asked About the Car — She Asked Twice

My son drove home from my place on Father's Day and a delivery truck ran the light. He called his mother from the emergency room with a concussion and three broken ribs, and the first thing she asked was whether the car was damaged. She asked twice. She never asked if he was breathing. I was standing four feet away when he heard it. What she had forgotten is that I rebuilt that truck myself, I gave it to her free and clear, and I wired a camera into it nine years ago that records everything.