I’ll start with what the nurse says when she calls from my children’s school: “Don’t worry, everything is OK.” That’s true here, too. At the time though, I wasn’t sure it would be. I moonlight as a ski instructor on winter weekends and last Saturday, after a three hour lesson, I felt some pain in my left hip. I took the rest of the afternoon off to rest but within a few hours, the pain was so excruciating I couldn’t walk. The next morning was even worse. My sister-in-law, Malaika – the only other adult in our shared ski house at the time – took one look at me groaning my way to the kitchen, put me in her car, and drove me to the mountain’s emergency room. When I arrived, two medics who I’ve known for years, Kevin and Buzz, shone with warmth as they carefully brought me from the car to the facility. I was literally in tears from the pain and so many people I met handled me with care, tenderness, and kindness. Not everyone, by the way. That’s a story I will write about in another article. But most.