It's a somber post today for Nancy's Tuesday Muse. Last night I watched a Life Flight helicopter land to pick up someone I know well: the son of two former students, a former student himself, a classmate of our oldest son, the father of two of our great-nieces. He's a cowboy, too -- a team roper with his father and two brothers. A freak accident last night led to his transport by Life Flight helicopter after his horse went over backwards and his rider hit his head on a post. The flight was over the mountains to Walla Walla, Washington, which is 65 miles by highway. The helicopter landed on the parking lot of the rodeo grounds, just yards from where he had his mishap. In a small town, it's a big deal when Life Flight has to land here---either on one of two football fields or the parking lot at the rodeo grounds. Surgery to stop a brain bleed was successful, and this morning's CAT scan was good. It reminds me that life is uncertain: this young man has been on horses his whole life; the horse he was using is one his young daughters often ride. If and when he fully recovers, he will be back on a horse.