To the Guardian Angel-in-Chief, Battalion assigned to Mimi's son:
A conversation that begins with, "I've been trying to decide whether to tell you this or not," is one that a mother is probably not going to like.
I understand you and your band of angels have been busy again. Seems T was in the wrong place at the wrong time at work, and was nearly crushed by several hundred pounds of concrete cinderblocks. That's as far as I let him get. I don't need to know any details to help me get really worked up about it.
On the outside, I was calm and made sure he was alright, and let him talk out his feelings about what he called his "near death experience". On the inside, well, you know me -- I was pretty much hysterical. The idea of anything happening to either of my children... Well, I just cannot even go there.
So, once again, I'm here to say thank you to the angels who grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and got him out of the way fast. He's my baby and always will be. He and his sister are the chief reason I keep soldiering on. I can't protect him from the unpredictability of life any more, so I'm glad the Big Boss saw fit to assign him more than one guardian angel. From the bottom of my heart, this mother thanks you.
I have no doubt this won't be the last time you'll be hearing from me. Don't forget to wear your hard hats around that kid of mine.
Mimi
