Its nights like tonight that make you realize morality. Simple little incidents as they may be, they make you see how much one little difference in a situation can make the bigger picture change dramatically for the worst. And that you realize how much you would miss a person who you never thought could make a big impact in your life. The cause? Joe had a cabinet fall on his head. The cabinet that hides the fuses to the house. It is quite heavy, don'tcha know. But as I was getting ready for bed I heard a loud crashing noise, at first I thought it was thunder, then went and checked outside for...something. Seeing nothing I head downstairs and see Joe walk out of his room. I ask him if he's alright, and then I actually get a look at him. As he tilts his head toward the light I see streams of blood running down face. His only words are "get dad." So with adrenalin pumping I run up the stairs and wake my father up and tell him that the cabinet fell on Joe. He groggily asks what and I tell him to get downstairs. As I go to the downstairs bathroom I see in the mirror the blood on his face and coming from the wound. The blood is literally dripping strait from the wound into the sink that he's leaning into. I grab some tissues and attempt to clean up some of the blood from the side of his face. I ask him if he wants aspirin and he say later. Much to this point I try and give him a little space even as my motherly instincts kick in because he looks to the point of crying. But that's when I actually get a look at the cabinet that fell on him. The half that was on the front of his body was hanging by the cords stuck in the wall to stubborn to come out. Let's just say that it was not a good thing to see. So my dad looks at him and whatnot and gets my mom. She gets a look and the first thing she says is "shit." Never good. We call the emergency place closest to us that are 24 hours just to make sure they didn't loose power or anything. (LOL) It takes us a bit but we finally get out on the road (Joe, my mom and I) and finally get to the emergency room. Joe goes in for about a half hour and comes out later with some kind of glue on his forehead. No stitches. We drive back here and right as we're leaving the parking lot, I remember what Joe had said before. "Well at least I woke up. At least it didn't knock me out." I didn't really think about it like that. What if I had been the only one awake and heard it and didn't do anything about it? What if the cords had broken and the whole thing had landed on him? I would have been in his room yelling at Jarod to wake up (he never heard a thing and is still asleep right now mind you) and help me get this cabinet off our brother. Would I have been able to keep a clear head and get him out without injuring him further? What would have happened to him if the whole things had landed on him? Would he have tried to call for help? Could he get out himself? Fortunately that wasn't the case, and I know this is nothing compared to loosing someone I love forever, but it still makes me wonder.

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