Injuries. My daughter is obsessed with injuries. I can only hope that means she's going to be some sort of medical professional. When she falls down or is hurt in anyway, she is more angry than anything else. She reminds me of the Russian mafia; she would pobably like to have all witnesses killed. She's taken to jumping right back up and saying, I'm ok! so that no one will have a chance to express any concern or sympathy or say anything like, "Poor Leah!" She HATES poor Leah. Lately she's been asking my husband and I about the various times we have been injured. My husband has a lot more of these stories to tell since he was a high school football player and just I have always been a cautious sort. Well, cautious but clueless. Some of my injuries have come when I was just walking along, singing a song, enjoying a sunny day, and not looking at the path ahead of me. I've been telling my daughter that story recently. When I was a freshman in college and it was a bright sunny day and I was walking along with an armfull of book and suddenly there was a large bumblebee nearby. I had a visceral reaction to the bumblebee and stumbled sideways off the concrete sidewalk and into a concealed hole in the ground. Fell headlong, threw my books forward and sprained my ankle. More later.
The rest of the story . . . So there I was, sprawled on my then not so considerable belly, trying not to cry. This guy named Andrew came by. I had met him in the greek service organization, APO, Alpha Phi Omega. Since I was allergic to all things Greek, I was creeped out even by APO initiation rituals, which were very mild and normal by Greek standards. I chickened out of joining. I think the only reason I even thought about joing was the same reason most other people thought about joining which was to meet people. But Andrew was pretty nice. So here comes Andrew, the Good Samaratin. He probably joined APO for genuinely altruistic reasons, not because he wanted to meet girls. Anyway, he sees me on the ground, not crying, and he stops to help. I asked him if he would go get Wayne, who I knew to be in the student lounge studying. Wayne told me later that he was sleeping. Wayne had joined APO two years ago, for the same reason most people join, so he knew Andrew. Anyway Andrew goes to get Wayne, Wayne arrives to save me, and I really did start crying at that point. Together he helps me hobble off to Student Health. Twenty-one years later, here we are.