My son, Chase, broke his arm during a little league game.  He slid head first into home and, though, he scored he hit the catcher’s leg just right with his arm.  I have never seen my son more scared than we went pulled up to the hospital in the ambulance.  The doctor took a look at my sons arm and was pretty concerned, so he ordered some x-rays.  My son got even more worried until he meant the radiology technician.  This guy was smooth.  He began joking with my son and quickly put him at ease.  I am so thankful this guy had all the right stuff.