A couple of weeks ago, on Valentine’s day, when I was out of town, my oldest decided that he would visit the emergency room at the local hospital.  He thought that injuring his shoulder at rugby practice was a good way to get in there.  So not seeing his x-rays or hearing what the ER doctor had to say, I would not let him play or practice rugby, lift weights or anything else that would put any unwanted stress on his shoulder.  John told me this past weekend that his shoulder was fine and that he could play.  I told him, “no way”.  So yesterday we went to an Orthopedic Surgeon who had new x-rays taken of John’s shoulder and who performed other tests on the shoulder as well.  The doctors ananlysis was…

John participated in his teams rugby practice last night.  I realised yesterday, that my father would have done the same thing to me, that I did with John; and John did exactly what I would have done when I was his age.

We, John and I, are our father’s sons.  I am grateful that my son did not have a serious injury.  I am grateful that my father raised me to be like him; and I am grateful that my son is going along a similar path as well.