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It was a snowy late fall day as Jon and his little brother Scott stood by their bikes at the top of the hill. Jon knew he shouldn’t be there but the thrill of riding down that icy hill had over shadowed the words of his father saying; “Don’t ride your bikes on the ice.”
He had heard dad say it many times before but even at ten years old, his memory had periodical lapses. Just the idea of a two hundred foot run and then trying to stop before hitting the electric fence at the bottom put Jon into that single task box of achieving victory.
“Here I go,” Jon told Scott. “This will be my best run ever!” So Jon got on and started pedaling as fast as he could. When he got about fifty feet from the fence, he started to lay the bike down so he could slide in close and still not hit it. The bike came down hard against the upper part of his leg and he felt a little snap. When the bike and Jon both had come to a stop, they were no longer together and Jon felt this kind of numbness in his leg.
By this time Scott had run down the hill to see if victory had been achieved. Sure enough, Jon was within a couple of feet of the fence. “You OK,” Scott yelled out. At first Jon didn’t answer but after a few seconds had passed he realized that “NO,” he wasn’t OK. Jon said, “Run get dad and tell him I’m really hurt this time.” Jon had on several occasions before, cried that he was hurt just to get dad’s attention.
As Jon lay there, Scott ran and got dad who also brought along his older brother Dean. After dad assessed the situation and noticed Jon’s leg was not totally straight, told Dean to go and get a big blanket from the house. Dad and Dean put Jon on the blanket and carried him to the house. By now, mom was really worried and knew Jon needed to go to the hospital. Being a mom, she was not about to let Jon go in dirty cloths, so she went through the painful process getting Jon cleaned up.
After going first to a local clinic, they were told to take Jon to the bigger hospital in the city. Upon arriving at the emergency room, Jon was rushed in for an x-ray. When a few minutes had gone by, the doctor came out and told Jon, mom and dad that there was a seven inch clean break across his femur. He also told them that Jon would need to be put into traction immediately. Jon was scared. He asked the doctor “how long will I be here?” The doctor was very quiet and told them it would be about a week.
Jon was taken to a room where they could work on him. An hour later Jon was in a double room with his leg in the air and cables running from it to the foot of the bed. There were weights on the end of the cables. Jon could feel this pulling on his leg that never seemed to quit. Jon also noticed that if he moved just the least little bit, he would feel a surge of pain shoot through his whole body.
Dad and mom would visit as often as possible but it was still a lonely time. Jon had lots of time to think! Jon felt bad for disobeying, so when dad came to see him he finally got up the courage to tell dad he was sorry. Dad just put his hand on Jon’s and didn’t say anything.
After a week turned into thirty one days of traction, Jon finally got to go home, IN A BODY CAST! He would not be able to bend over and would need assistance in doing the things he used to take for granted. For now, Jon had learned his lesson, THE HARD WAY. Jon now realized first hand that both good and bad can happen, depending upon the choices that he made.
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