Sixth Sense

Wasn't I saying just yesterday that everything happens for a reason? And that there must have been a reason for my car to break down and keep me at my parents' house for an extra day? Well I think I must have a sixth sense or something. Halfway through supper tonight my Dad was struck down with terrible back and abdominal pains and had to be carted off to hospital in an ambulance. If my car hadn't broken down then I wouldn't still be here and my Mother wouldn't have any support. We think it's kidney stones, which they say is more painful than childbirth. Eek. My poor Dad. I'll keep you posted with the news.