You were 10 years old. You begged me to let you borrow a friend's skateboard and my first response was no because you had never been on a skateboard and I thought they were very dangerous. Well, that cute smile of yours combined with your continued, "Please Mommy. I will be very careful. PLEASE!", caused me to go against my better judgement and say ok.

Long story short, you ended up with a tork fracture ( a fracture caused by a twisting motion) of your left femur...the largest bone in the human body. You spent two weeks in hospital and another 6 weeks in a full body cast that started at your mid-section and went all the way down the leg and foot.

We rented a hospital bed and you lived in it at home in the livingroom for those 6 weeks where a nice lady from the school came each day with school work so you didn't get so far behind. You did pass that grade that year and I was very proud of you.

I learned a valuable lesson through all of this. From now on I will be very careful to listen (and obey!) to what some would call a mother's intuition, but which I choose to call the still small voice of the Holy Spirit!

Love forever and a day,

Mom