One of my most horrifying memories was from cutting a tree in the back yard. The tree was dead and needed to come down before it fell on my fence. Andrew helped me cut the tree down, and when it started falling, just for a moment, he ran the wrong way. He realized what he was doing and quickly turned around. It was a long shot that anything bad could have happened, even if he’d kept going, but I’m grateful that his reactions kicked in.
