At schook, my my son decided to play tackle football minus the pads. He broke his shoulder. When I got the call, I immediately realized my son had ended his football season prematurely. I asked the nurse if he was ok and that I would be ther lickity split to pick him up. He was crying so hard. I've never seen my son cry so hard, or in public for that matter. He just kept saying, "Mom, I let my team down." I thought, "this kid had his bone poking out of his shoulder and he's worried about letting his teammates down?" I told him, "we'll get you fixed up for next season, don't you worry." He had surgery and they had to place a metal plate over his collar bone. It will have to come out in six months. My son lives and breathes sports, but football is his 'church' .. his saving grace, his place to shine. We stayed overnight in the hospital and by mid morning he was much better. Today he's rolling with it; he's not able to go to school but has an extreme case of cabin fever. He's reduced to watching foreign soccer for entertainment or girls softball. We often wonder what type of girl/woman will be able to appreciate his obsessions, kindness and gifts. My prayer for him is, to be happy with a loving wife and children. I will always worry about my children, but with him; it's always with me.