Day 108

Day 108

 

Grandma Dorothy’s birthday & Becky giving us a

gymnastic lesson in the backyard; she comes walking

inside, holding her rollercoaster looking arm and

casually states, “Dad, I think I broke my arm.”

 

 

September 7, (I forgot the year), Becky was about seven or eight as memory serves.

Rambunctious Becky went outside to play; she was quite the “gymnast” emulating the enviable Olympics’ star, Nadia Koamanich.

As I sat at the dining room table with the other assembled “adults” munching birthday cake, Little Rachel comes in holding her left arm with her right hand. No tears, no emotion, just a straightforward “Dad! I think I broke my arm” bland statement-of-fact soft as “it’s raining!”

The arm took on a “Z” configuration at the wrist. Uh! Oh!

I replied, also without emotion, “Yeah! I think you did.”

Candy and Beth started crying.

Becky said that she had been practicing her cartwheels and there was a hole in the ground which her wrist happened to find---and…”snap”! Things happen! Nobody’s fault! Fix it!

Well! We put a 1” cutting board under her fracture to support the weight of the arm and relieve some of the pain. Becky was quite brave and never shed a single tear.

At the E. R. we learned from an x-ray that she had, indeed, fractured her wrist.

The medicals put a cast on the break and sent us home; she fully recovered in good time, better than ever and we continued our rowdy behavior knowing anything is---repairable!

I reckon the message of that incident is to remain calm in the face of adversity. Don’t go looking for trouble, it’ll find you in good time. When it does come knocking, handle the adversity with cool and calm; anybody can get excited, that just exacerbates the aggravation.

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Z-break” Memories!