Help Save My Dignity

Every time I go to the fracture clinic at the hospital – which is often these days — I feel ashamed.

Blog Photo - Cynthia cast being put on

Why?

Everybody, except for me, has a great story about how they broke their whatsit.

Broken arms, collarbones, legs — you name the body part, and a great story comes with it.

There’s Eden, a teenager, who is aiming for the Olympics. She joined the boys’ ice hockey team in the spring to sharpen her skills.

“I’m 5’4″, they’re 6 feet plus”, she says.

During a skirmish, one player lands on her arm and — snap! “The bones were sticking out,” she says.

Next to her at the clinic, a young adult male tries to disguise his pride as he explains he broke his collarbone while  skateboarding. 

Then there’s the 20-something young woman who has now broken the same leg twice — first from playing basketball competitively, now from football.

“So what happened to you?” These brave warriors invariably turn to me.

Ugh! How do I say: “I got up, passed out and fell down”?

I need to save face. Can you please help? 

I need a great story about how I got these breaks in my ankle.

Must be very short and semi-believable and mainly decent.

Funny, if possible.

The sooner the better, please. 

Readers will tell me which story they like best. I’ll then sign a copy of either A Good Home or An Honest House and mail it to the winner.

Thank you for helping!

 

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A Great Outcome

I’ve been wanting to share this story for weeks now.

Our grand-cat, Jerome, disappeared. He’d gone for his usual short walk in his Seattle neighborhood, but didn’t return home. Our daughter and son-in-law were — as pet-lovers everywhere can imagine — deeply distressed.

I could hear the worry in their voices, even as they tried to be calm.

Blog Photo - Jerome sitting

Two days passed. No Jerome.

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They searched every nook and cranny in their new neighborhood and beyond. They posted notices, knocked on neighbours’ doors, and prayed.

Relatives in Toronto, New York, Texas, and everywhere, were also distressed. Jerome and his brother, Simon, are loved by us all. The news spread fast, as did the anxiety.

Four days passed. No Jerome.

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“Mom”, as everyone calls my mother-in-law, prayed. She made us all smile when she revealed that she had even called the American prayer line “Unity” with a prayer request.

“This poor cat was moved from Toronto and moved again to a new home just a few months ago,” she told the person who answered. “And now he’s lost.”

Blog Photo - Jerome1

“Could you give me the new address?” the lady asked sympathetically.

“I can’t remember it right now,” Mom replied. “I’m a bit upset.”

The lady soothed her and they prayed together.

Five days passed, then six. No Jerome.

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The following morning, just before 5 a.m. (just before 2 a.m. Seattle time) our daughter texted the family to say Jerome was found.

Blog Photo - Jerome back safe and sound

Good Samaritan “Abe” lives several busy intersections away from Jerome’s neighborhood. He was out for a late-night smoke and saw Jerome. Concerned, he got close enough to read the contact information on Jerome’s collar and phoned.

It was such good news for our daughter and son-in-law and for the whole family.

We’re very thankful Jerome’s back home. Bless you, Abe.

Blog Photo - Jerome on Pizza Box

 

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