Recently, my older brother was in a bike accident. He wasn’t going to tell me about it (he hates to draw attention to himself or make a big deal out of things) but I heard the story from someone else and, of course, had a thousand questions. What happened? Are you okay? Were you wearing a helmet?
He was fine, he said. It wasn’t that big of a deal. But I kept pressing him to tell me the rest of the story, until finally he did.