lol. You know, I remember when my two brothers (Cory & Eric), who were about 10 and 8 at the time, got into a sledding accident. The local Jr. High had the most awesome hill--many, many yards of snow-covered bliss. Until they accidentally slammed into an electrical box concealed by the snow and went flying. Their friends had already left, and so they were alone. Nobody could see them from the road because the hill was so steep and broad.
Cory bruised his back so badly that he wasn't able to creep up the hill to the road until he prayed. Eric was in shock and when the paramedics were called by the guy Cory flagged down, they put a mini neck brace on him. The two of them were rather awed by being in the back of a real ambulance. heh. Silly boys.
When the dr. examined Eric, he said, "His leg is really bruised, and I don't like how quiet he is." this after trying to get Eric to talk to him. ha. I explained that he was always like that with strangers and even at home. Not a talkative kid. (Wow, how he has changed--he's on his mission now in El Salvador. So proud of him.)
The next few weeks were filled with bed rest, ice packs, pain relievers, and game after game of "Pogs" (remember those?), Uno, Nintendo, and other such pursuits. We were just so glad no permanent damage was done.
