Eighteen months ago while rushing around doing a few last
minute errands before we climbed in the truck to head to Tucson I injured my
ankle pretty badly. When I walked out of
a drugstore heading towards my car I saw the backside of a woman leaning way
into her car and a very young little boy standing towards the front of the
car. As I got closer the little boy
darted off between our cars. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw a car moving a little too quickly for a parking
lot. In a matter of seconds my brain put
the scene together in a very scary way.
That little boy was about to run between the cars out in to the parking
lot and the moving car was going to hit him!!
My instincts kicked in and I bolted forward. As my sandal hit the edge of the curb and
twisted I was also able to just reach the back of the little boys’ hoodie and I
pulled him down to the ground with me.
Instantly I felt intense searing pain shooting up my leg and nausea
overcame me. The first sign that
something was very wrong.
I managed to drag myself up off the ground using one of the
tires on my car. The little boy was
crying and what appeared to be his grandmother came running around from the other
side of her car in shock. My pain level
and the adrenaline surging through my body turned me into a harpy and I
immediately began yelling at her. I don’t
recall my exact words, but I know I cussed and I know I told her how stupid it
was for her to take her eyes off such a young child in a parking lot.
The little boy continued to cry, I imagine being pulled
backwards on to his bottom like that scared him pretty badly. The grandmother was at a loss for words. I am sure having me scream at her like that
was a bit disconcerting. I used the
remainder of that adrenaline to get myself into my car and drive home.
The truck was packed (we were actually about 4 hours late
leaving) and my mind was racing. We don’t
have time to go to the ER. It is probably
just a sprain. Why won’t the nausea
stop? I had to honk the horn and yell
for Shawn from the driveway. I still had
not “looked” at my ankle. I was too
afraid what I was going to see but when Shawn looked down the expression on his
face was all I needed to know I had injured it badly. It was already discoloring a lot and swelling
quickly.
Somehow I managed to get into the house and Shawn packed it
in ice, elevated it and got me some pain killers and anti-inflammatory. Now the discussion of my staying home
started. I panicked! How could I do that? It would then be only Shawn and Nikki to do
that entire show. I couldn’t do that to
them. So, I went into that place in my
head, close to the place you go during childbirth where you don’t allow yourself
to feel the full extent of your pain, you just cope. Shawn argued with me for two hours but I
finally got my way and he set up some blankets and pillows in the center of the
cab to elevate my leg, stopped back by the drugstore to get some instant ice
packs and we were on our way to Tucson.
We ended up needing to rent one of those electronic scooters
for me to get around. Both Nikki and
Shawn were awesome helping me out and I did my best to help them with the
show. I think it ended up working out ok
for us all. However, my ankle continued
to swell, discolor and the pain increased daily. I knew at that point that I had probably done
something pretty bad to it.
Fast forward almost a year.
After several doctor visits and x-rays a specialist said I had probably
torn ligaments and tendons. It would
have been better if I would have broken it instead. But at this late date surgery might not prove
as helpful as if I would have done it right after the injury. =o/
Not the first or the last bad decisions I’ll make, I am sure.
My ankle (we actually refer to it as my cankle because it is closer in size to my calf) has continued to be much larger than normal, the
swelling has never totally subsided and the doctors don’t think it ever fully
will. After a trip grocery shopping it
will throb and get even larger. The
slightest bit of exertion will cause it to be very painful. Something I now need to learn to live
with. It was my own poor decisions that
got me here, right?
Fast forward again to yesterday. While out running some errands I spotted a
little boy who looked very familiar to me outside of the pet store. I had no clue where I could know him from and
I didn’t want to scare him or his parents so I just let it go. I stopped by a few more stores and then ended
up at the drugstore for a final purchase before heading home.
As I walked out of the store that same little boy and what
appeared to be his grandmother were walking towards the store. She stopped me and said, “It’s you!” I was caught off guard. Was she angry? Do I know her? What did I do now? She grabbed the little boys hand and said, “Justin,
this is the woman that Grandma has told you about. This is the lady that saved you from being
hit by that car”.
Wow! I just stood
there staring. How bizarre that we would
run into each other here at the same drugstore.
And this was the little boy I saw outside the pet store earlier today!
His Grandmother told him to thank me. He got shy and hid a bit behind her hip. I said, “Its ok he doesn’t need to say
anything, I don’t want to scare him”.
Then he let go of her hand, walked over to me and took my hand and said,
“Thank you. My Grandma tells me all the
time what happened. You could have saved
my life.” Instantly I started to
cry. How sweet was this little boy? How kind and polite and touching.
Then he asked if I would give my phone number to his Grandma
in case he ever wanted to see me again.
Of course I would.
I also apologized to his Grandmother for my behavior. She told me to not give it another
thought. She enquired about how badly I
was hurt. I told her it was nothing,
just a sprain. I am more concerned about
the little boy. He is fine. He starts kindergarten this fall, they are
all very excited.
We said our goodbyes.
I climbed into my car and had another good cry. What an amazing experience.
My ankle will always give me problems and be painful. And I would gladly do it again and again.
I think we all learned some awesome things from that
incident. The Grandmother said she never
again put things into the car before she had him settled in the car first. I am sure he never again darted out between
cars. And for me…I have learned just how
awesome people can really be. He is a
beautiful little boy in every way and I hope he grows up to be the same kind
and polite young man. I am pretty sure
he will.
