I don't know what the deal is with my dad. He has been in construction for 29 years, has been a contractor for 20, has been a finish carpenter and master carpenter in Boone for 8. In 29 years, my dad has never gotten hurt...ever. In July, my dad was rearended while driving home from work and had 173 stitches to put his scalp, arteries, and nerves back together. Today he called to let me know that he pinched a section of his finger off at work while hanging timbers. Yeah. Clear off. Maybe turning 50 on Sept. 28th has something to do with it...who knows! Part of me is praying that the doctor can re-attach it, seeing as the man uses his hands A LOT for work, every day. The other part of me is just thankful that it is only part of his index finger. A huge timber that was being hung slipped and happened to pinch my dad's finger between the timber and the wall near where he was working. If he had been bending over to tie his shoe or pick something up, it would have done the same thing to his head. Growing up, I never knew my dad had such a dangerous job, but between today and Jason's injury two years ago, I am very thankful that they are both able to walk, and in one piece...well, maybe not dad at the moment, but you get the point. Well, here's to the men who build the multi-million dollar homes, and to the men who build the tiny shacks, because not everyone would do it.