July 6

Have you ever had one of those days that everything just fell apart? I didn’t have one of those days; I had one of those half hours. Everything was going fine, I was working on English and my daughter and her friend headed outside to play on the trampoline with the sprinkler. I had just taken a break to fix some lunch when my daughter opens the back door to tell me that her friend was hurt. Seriously, it had only been like ten minutes. I hurriedly went out and had my daughter shut the sprinkler off. Her friend was lying on the trampoline crying and holding her leg. I am thinking to myself, how serious could this be in the little time they were out here? I asked her where it hurt and if she could tell me what happened. Somehow between sniffles and tears she managed to tell me that her leg hurt above her ankle. That pretty much ruled out it being a sprain. I managed to get her from the trampoline to a bench close by to sit down and get a better look at her leg. This was going to require a phone call to her mom. When she arrived we became human crutches, slowly working our way to the car. My neighbor who was watching us in our attempt came over and asked if we wanted to use her hov-around, she is diabetic and her neuropathy has made it almost impossible for her to get around with out it. We took her up on her offer and got her positioned by the house so she could lean and not have her full weight on her legs. We managed to get my daughter’s friend to the car. I am navigating the hov-around from the side as I take it back to my neighbor. As I pull it up to her I go too far and hit her leg, so I am apologizing and trying to back it up as she starts to lean on it. It is backing up and I can’t get it to stop while my neighbor is falling to the ground. It seems like it happened in slow motion. I just wanted to cry.