Well, "dodging bullets" seems to be a theme around here today.

My brother dodged a bullet when we found out he hadn't dislocated his knee or torn tendons as we had feared, but had just inflamed everything. Bit of rest, and then light exercise, and he will be on the road to recovery.

Mom and I dodged a bullet dealing with COVID, as while we couldn't get a test to confirm, it seems likely we had a mild version of the disease, meaning the fact we were both vaccinated probably prevented us from needing to be hospitalized.

Sharon has dodged a bullet, as she had to give up her job working for the school board because she refused to get vaccinated, but has found a job that she will make more money working three days a week than she was making before.

And the biggest bullet dodged was by a friend of Mike and Carol's who had been hit by a train, and while will be in the hospital for quite some time, shows no sign of brain damage or nerve damage, and other than having broken ribs and a ruptured spleen, can genuinely call himself lucky.