Wednesday, April 6, 2011

The Truth Comes Out

I'm often asked how I managed to break my ankle in such a traumatic fashion.  Surely a trimalleolar fracture (three breaks) has a really great story to go with it - because you can't do something that spectacular just walking down the street*, can you?

The date was June 23, 2009.  I was hiking in the Appalachian Mountains with a group of  poor orphans when I heard the cries of a tiny bear cub. I noticed that just over the side of the mountain, the baby cub was stuck, having broken his tender little paw on the way down.  I led the children safely to a ranger station and returned to the injured cub.  With no regard to my own safety, I shimmied down the side of the embankment to the cub's side.  I created a splint from some wood that was lying nearby.  I was, of course, careful not to disturb any living wildlife.  I boosted the cub up into the paws of his waiting and grateful mother.  The mothering instincts of the Brown Bear are amazing, I tell you.
As I began my ascent back up the side of the mountain, my footing gave way on some loose rocks and my ankle turned and was broken.

That's how it happened.


*I'm not sure about walking down the street, but I hear that you can do it while walking down stairs and texting.  I heard about that somewhere.  Probably on the Internet.  But you can't believe everything you read on the Internet.

1 comment:

  1. Texting? I've heard people can break their ankle when updating their Twitter while walking down stairs. Hmmmm....