10:45 p.m. last Tuesday night. The phone rang. Mind you, the phone doesn't ring at my house after 9 p.m., unless there's a problem, just courtesy. It was my wife's cousin, "Heather, this is Sis, call me back." We don't have Sis' number. After calling anyone she could remember, we found out her uncle was in the hospital, possible heart attack, probably wouldn't make it. We packed a hasty suitcase while I explained the situation to my boss. Fifteen minutes later we were on the road for a...