So Facebook memories threw this one up on my wall this morning. I still remember that day very clearly when Chris came into the kitchen, and looked me in the eye and said "don't panic, I'm OK." And then he turned around and showed me how the blades on his homemade hovercraft had chopped a chunk of his back out when he increased the throttle.
It was a crazy day racing him to the hospital. I still remember him asking me if he should change his shirt and sweatshirt, and I said "No way! Those triage nurses will rush you right in when they hear it's a hovercraft blade accident and they see your torn up sweatshirt"!!
And they did .... Rushed him right in!!
