Something terrible happened yesterday evening.
I received a phone call from David yesterday evening from a hospital. His left middle finger had gotten smashed between two crates while helping a friend's dad at his warehouse. The top segment of his finger came off and they weren't able to repair it. He lost the top segment of his finger......

He's such a trooper, but of course this is extremely upsetting. My dad said it perfectly: "We're born perfect, then life continuously fucks our bodies up a little more each time until our body eventually gives up and we die". I'm trying to tell David that he's a true warrior now and it adds character and an interesting story to his life. I mean, at this point, we have to try to be positive because there's nothing that can be done. He's still just as beautiful as ever though. I hope he realizes that.