Poor Ben!

I have two brothers. Both are serving missions. David (21) is in Tempe, Arizona and will be home in 8 days. Yahoo!!
Ben (19) is in St. Louis, Missouri and has been out for 7 months. Last night Ben wrecked his bike...bad. From my limited understanding, he was riding pretty rapidly down a hill and trying to signal with his arm at the same time when he lost control of his bike and hit the wrong brake sending him head over heels.
The bike slid a number of yards finally resting somewhere in the street. Ben landed on his head and right shoulder and proceeded to slide appx. 20 feet (according to his companion). The miracle of it all was whilst the bike went all crazy and flew into the road, Ben landed and slid all on a two-foot-wide strip of grass. (You know, the thin strip of lawn that lines a number of roads and occasionally has landscaping in it like flowers, shrubs, or trees.)
Ben's poor companion was a little freaked out by the situation, but who wouldn't be?! He called the police who came to the "scene" and then called an ambulance which took Ben to the hospital.
Ben tore his clothes up and broke his right collar bone but was otherwise unscathed. I was utterly relieved to learn that was the extent of his injuries. It could have and should have been a lot worse but fortunately was not. Collar bones heal. 100%. Phew!
*the moral of the story is to wear a helmet...and serve a mission :).