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I just about died when my 6 year old son slammed his own hand in the door of our Buick. We were at a pro baseball game, and he still really wanted to go, so we got some ice (and ice cream) and sat down. He was a real trooper, and we we sure nothing was broken.
The couple next to us did everything they could to distract my son from his pain, and at the stretch they go my son pennants and jerseys and the whole 9 yards. They wouldn't hear of taking anything for their gifts, and they wouldn't give me their last names. They just wanted to be kind, and I let them!
He still has that jersey, and he won't let anyone else wear it.
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