On Christmas Eve of 2016, I received a phone call from Baltimore’s Shock Trauma Center.
“Hello, this is Dr. T,” the caller said. “I’m the physician for your son, Adam. He was rushed to Shock Trauma last night. He jumped off a three-story building and landed on a car. Fortunately, he was under the influence, so he fell like a rag doll and only fractured three vertebrae.”
“My son . . . what?” I gasped.