This evening, I went to drop off a car at the hospital where Suzi works so I wouldn’t have to wait up and get her after work. As we were standing in the ER waiting area, a man walked by with a couple of friends saying, “They’re going to hurt me. They’re going to stick me with needles.”

I could feel his pain and started to defend his fear to my kids. After all, I hate needles. Just about then, Ashley pointed out, “Uh, Dad? He has a tattoo right where they’d stick him.”