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Vang just called me. He said he was driving on the Martin Luther King Bridge between St. Louis and IL when he was hit from behind by an eighteen wheeler. He was almost forced off the bridge. He's ok and the car suffered some damage but it is still drivable so he is going to go on to work. Seems to me almost dieing is a good excuse to take the day off. I go toff the phone and burst into tears. Sydney asked me "Did Daddy die?" Thomas said "What?" and fell backwards off the bed and conked his head on the hardwood floors. I am ready to go back to bed now. Thats enough for one day.