Last week my son's good friend of 12 years lost his battle with cancer. I know he's in a better place now, but battled hard for the last 3 years. Also last week while that all happened, my son's other best friend's daughter, who is 17 went to help a friend with her car and got shot! Fortunately, she is alive, but the bullet shattered her elbow. After surgery, two plates and some screws, we all just wait to see if she can regain the use of the arm. She was just in the wrong part of town at the wrong time. What's happening to people today? The good try to help, while the bad are just freekin bad. After several 400 mile round trips I am finally calmed down enough to relax a bit. My son is doing better, but it's still a load on his mind.