When it Rains it Pours

Ironically it didn't rain yesterday...and it didn't pour.
As I was getting ready to leave for work, at about 7:15am, Kelly had left about 45 minutes earlier, I hear clapping out front. Clapping is what they do instead of ringing to doorbell or knocking on the door, since we all live inside metal gates and there is no doorbell and no door to knock on. I sort of figured that the clapping must be for our neighbor because I was definitely not expecting anyone at 7:15am. When I left however, at 7:30am, our gate was wide open and our neighbor and another man were standing out front. When they saw me they both started talking at once. Unfortunately my Portuguese isn't good enough to translate that chaos, but I heard "bike" and "man" and with their gesturing I could tell that some one "went that way." I was definitely confused, but I could see that Lance's bike was gone, which usually means that Lance has gone to the store or something...perhaps they are trying to tell me that Lance accidently left the gate open? I check the gate and it was open, but strangely it was still locked....then it occured to me...his bike was stolen! Oh man! How did this guy get in. So I confirmed my suspisions by repeating back this story to my neighbor and she confirmed it. I was late for work so decided not to wake Lance up, since there was nothing to be done at this time and I would be back in about an hour and a half.
The whole ride back I was trying to think of how I was going to break this bad news...the good thing is that Lance is going home in about 5 days, so he might be able to live without his bike. And unfortunately he has no one to blame but himself because he was warned over and over again not to leave his bike in the front...in plain view, but to hide it in the back.
Anyway, when I got home Lance looked at me and said, "guess what" in a really bad tone, so I was pretty sure that he knew about the bike...."I think my lung collapsed."
"WHAT?!?!" I didn't know how to react. I thought I was coming back to give bad news. Lance's lung has collapsed two times in the past. It is very painful. But...how...why...WHAT?! He explained that he was just laying in bed...he wasn't even doing anything strenuous...and there was this sharp pain in his back. It was a familiar pain, but worse. Oh my gosh! Then I said, well...do you want some more bad news?...your bike was stolen.
It wasn't even 10 o'clock yet and it was already turning out to be a pretty bad day. We both tried calling Kelly a few times but she doesn't really have an oppertunity to answer her phone while she is teaching, go figure.
Instead Lance ended up calling Leila and she took him to the hospital. There he had a check up, and the doctor spoke pretty good English, so that was a relief. She was getting ready to schedule him for surgery and everything, but when the X-rays came back she found that is was really a very small collapse and she said that it would probably heal itself. So she sent Lance home with some pain medicine, his X-ray (apparently you get to keep your X-rays in Brasil) and instructions not to fly for a while....so that's a bummer. He changed his ticket to come back with Kelly on the 20th...and we are all praying that he will be fine by then. We also had to cancel our trip for this weekend.
By the way, Leila is the absolute most amazing person in the world. When Lance called her their converstation went something like this:
Leila: "Halo?"
Lance: "Leila? this is Lance."
Leila: "oh Lance! How are you?"
Lance: "I'm not good. I think I need to go to the hospital."
Leila: "I am coming now" *click*
She didn't wait for an explination nor did she did a second thought...she hung up and drove over. She is absolutely amazing.
(Luckily there is always a rainbow after a rain story...right?)