I spoke with my student Monday morning. He is at home and has been told it will be six to eight weeks before his broken ribs and injured organs are truly healed. I am happy he is alive and recovering. I am happy I had the courage to tell him how proud I am of him and how much I care. I could tell it was awkward for him. He barely managed a “fo sho” and a mumbled “thanks.” How different things are. A year ago at this time, we were shouting at one another in front of the main building. Now I pray for him.