Just call me paranoid

Okay, I am the world's biggest worrier.  Need something worried to death?  Just send it my way.  Here is the latest example:  Ben went to the mountains today with his uncle.  His uncle who just recently retired from the California Fire Department.  The man who has in the past taught CPR classes and has worked many, many accidents.  He knows how to take care of my son.  So, that's not the worry.  Here is the panic attack I had last night.  What if Ben wanders off while Bruce is cutting wood?  What if he goes too far and gets lost?  I was nearly in tears thinking about it.  So here's what I did this morning;  I gave Ben a cell phone and told him to put it in his pants pocket and leave it there.  Don't take it out at all costs.  My thought is that if he gets lost, eventhough there is no service up there, they can still find the phone.  If they can find the phone, they can find my son.  Then I sent him off with his uncle to go chop wood and shoot pellet guns.  

Later, while sitting at the McDonald's drive through my husband made me feel better.  While we were sitting there a sheriff went by, turned on his siren and lights and took off in the general direction of the mountains.  My first thought was that they had been in an accident.  My husband did too.  It's nice to know I am not the only paranoid one in this family.