Hammer to the face

Okay, a more substantial post coming SOON, but first I had to write a quick post to relate a story about my little sister's best friend's brother (got that?) who doesn't speak in full sentences very often and just got engaged to a lovely young lady we grew up with. When we were kids, probably about 8, we went to this camp called Adventure Playground where you build treehouses, and he was working on one with me on just about the last day of camp. He decided that he would tie a rope to a hammer and tell me to pull on it and ...

Yes.

A hammer landed on my face from about 10-15 feet up in the air. Fortunately, I only had a bloody nose and I got a popsicle out of it. So we were all winners! Except maybe it gave me minor brain damage, which is was a disappointing development for the rest of my life.

Also fortunate was that he did this before I was old enough to fully grasp the concepts of festering anger, immediate and violent revenge, and lifelong grudges. Because instead of an event that tore two families apart, it's just a funny story to talk about on a blog. Again, we all win!