Greetings and Salutations to All my Kith and Kin and All the Ships in Outer Space:
Do you have a cellular telephone?
I just now received a telephone call from my biological brother (we were adopted by different families), and he told me about something VERY useful that I had never heard of.
Apparently, when you fall down dead, or unconscious, or whatever, responding police officers will search your cell phone for any "I.C.E." listings.
The initials in the acronym, "I.C.E.", when found among the contacts listed in a cell phone bank, represents, "IN CASE of EMERGENCY:".
Furthermore, you can have more than one "I.C.E." listing, so investigating police officers are able to notify more than just one of your relatives, friends, or associates.
I tried it with my cell phone, and indeed, I was able to program in multiple "I.C.E." listings.
Here's yet another emergency identification measure that I've personally been using for the past several years.
Many long years ago, when I was a young soldier in the United States Army, I wore "dog tags" with my uniform.
Well, guess what?
I am STILL wearing dog tags right now!
Well, for the same reason I wore them when I was a soldier, i.e., for identification and emergency response information, in case I'm found unconscious, deceased, and/or my carcass is burned or mutilated beyond recognition.
Just do like I did, and order a pair from any number of military supply outlets on the Internet.
I think I got mine from the U.S. CAVALRY store, but it was so long ago, I'm really not certain.
They don't cost very much, and the merchant will stamp or emboss whatever information you request to be put on the tags.
On mine, I have my LAST NAME (on the first, or top line), FIRST NAME and MIDDLE NAME (on the second line), SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER (on the third line), BLOOD TYPE (on the fourth line), and RELIGION (on the fifth, or bottom line), which is the same information required on my dog tags when I was a soldier.
So, that's something you might want to consider, even for your young'uns, for in today's world, you never know when you're going to get blown to bits.
That's just a brutal fact of life.