“Are you ok?,” my teenage son called from the distance. I am the kind of person who is always OK. I know how to soldier on. But I immediately knew that no, I was not ok. Not this time. I AM DEFINITELY NOT OK. I left behind me a trail of blood as bystanders called the ambulance. My inner arm had three gaping wounds, I could see right to my bone with blood gushing out uncontrollably bleeding through two beach towels no matter how tight we tried to hold it together. It was suppo