Listen to me tell the story on the air in the YouTube clip above.

We had a very eventful few days at the Rock House over the weekend.  My brother-in-law, an avid cyclist, will often travel up to Bar Harbor, Maine to take in the fall scenery.

We still don't have many details, but somehow, while riding on a main road in Bar Harbor, he ended up crashing through the back window of a car.  Among other damage to his neck, his life was threatened when his carotid artery was cut by some of the broken glass.

A random person (with no medical training whatsoever) stopped to help my brother-in- law.  He had read an article last week about how so many of the Las Vegas victims might have lived had people known to apply pressure to their wounds to slow down the bleeding.  So that's exactly what he did before a couple of nurses vacationing from San Diego came onto the scene.  Needless to say, this group of people saved my brother-in-law's life.

Now, here's a related story.  My Uncle Richie passed away 2 years ago.  He was a huge fans of Elvis.  During his wake, an Elvis playlist that I created played on repeat for hours and hours.  At his funeral, we talked the Catholic priest into allowing us to play two hymns that Elvis had recorded.  One of those hymns was called Precious Lord, Take My Hand.  I was at church yesterday, very concerned about my brother-in-law.  Out of the two books of hymns (each with about 600 hymns inside)...guess which one was chosen for the congregation to sing?  You guessed it.