On a day that signified change in these United States and the plea and co-mingling of humanity to turn the state of this world around, *the boy* was assaulted. It's upsetting to begin with but now the day that Obama became President will be tainted as being a day that my boy had to fight to survive. As I sat at home wondering why he wasnt home yet, worrying and calling his cell phone multiple times, he was in a scary hospital all alone. I've never been good in hospitals...already much time spent in them for my somewhat short-ish life so far. Upon seeing him bloodied and bruised, I became hot, dizzy and faint. Luckily, the doctor brought over a chair for me just in time otherwise, I may have had to heed *the boy's* advice of falling on him versus falling backwards. It's been a long, long time since I've had a fainting spell. Stupid me! My boy got all beat up and broken and I go to him to pass out!
In the end, things could be much worse. The attackers could have had guns or knives. *The boy* suffered many bruises and a badly broken leg that requires surgery, casting and crutches. In a time that was already difficult, this makes things worse. He was supposed to have another job interview today for his job lead. A lead so good, it seemed like he would get the offer. I've had 2 hours of sleep and have been emailing his friends and his, hopefully, new employer to tell them all what happened. I also had to call his mother to tell her what happened and managed to get through that call and console her with minimal breaking down. I need to rally and they all need to rally to get *the boy* through this tough time and hopefully into this new job. His surgery is supposed to be at some point today. I would appreciate any kind thoughts and prayers if you're into that sort of thing.