They're never too old.

I had a phone call from my 48 year old son this evening that started "Everything is ok, but...."  Now I don't know about your, but when a child of mine (no matter how old) starts a conversation like that my first impulse is to panic.  Turns out he was calling for some advice about insurance matters because he was in a traffic accident on his way home from work today.  He was crossing Hwy 27, with the green light, when a driver whom he described as a monk (long yellow and red robe) ran the red light and basically ripped the front off my son's Prius.  It's totaled of course, but as my son hastened to point out, it could have been so much worse.  A second later and he would have hit the driver's door.  Needless to say I have been offering up a lot of "Thank you, God" prayers.