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RealTalk Ep 18: The time I broke My Legs

Hey, it’s Dustin with the Davidson Group here with episode 18 of Real Talk. This week, we’re going to talk about the time I broke my leg. So, when I was a younger child, seventh grade, in fact, seventh grade, was a big year.

I don’t know if you remember a few weeks ago we told a story about the time I burnt my house down. Well, in seventh grade, I also broke my leg. Pretty interesting story. It started out, as most stories do. As a young adolescent boy, I was not listening to my parents. I had been outside playing it had been snowing, having a great time, and I thought it would be a fantastic idea to jump off the deck and into some snow.

Well, my parents were at home and they had been warning me not to be climbing around and horsing around on the back deck. But, you know, me being wise in my seventh-grade wisdom, I felt it was a good idea to not I fell off the back deck and back onto my ankle, broke the growth plate in my ankle. The interesting part of this story is I’m in excruciating pain. Obviously, my fault did not listen to my parents, but I crawled from the back deck up the deck into the house as I was laying there, I called my mom on the phone. She was at work and going to be heading home soon. I elevated my ankle and just let it sit there on the couch, you know, for about an hour until she made her way home

There were still tons of tingling, tons of burning, just a great deal of pain. And I remember the question of like, is this serious or not? As a kid, I hated going to the doctor never liked to go. And my mom said, you know, if you don’t get things in order, we’re going to take you to the hospital and take you to the emergency room. I said, OK. Very uncommon. But she really questioned it. Needless to say, we ended up going to the emergency room and we ended up finding out that I did, in fact, break my ankle. They found out it was a broken growth plate.

Do I need surgery or will it heal on its own and continue to grow? Will there be any immediate adverse effects? Will that change or affect anything from a growth standpoint? Again, being an adolescent and still growing? Good things, though, just broken, they reset. I was in a cast for a couple of months, but after that, quite fun actually at school because I got to leave school early or leave class early, have someone help take my books to the next class. And we live or living in Seneca.

We had the old Ivy E Wells middle school had two stories, can’t go up the stairs. So, you get to take the elevator. The cool part about this elevator, it was around since the beginning of the school.

I don’t know that for sure, but it is a very, very old elevator. So, this is going to be a story inside of a story. There was at one point I was in the boot, so taking my own books at this point. But I still wasn’t taking the stairs. I was taking the elevator got stuck. I was stuck inside the elevator for an entire period for an entire class period, yelling for help. One of the classes near one of the kids sent out because of me yelling for help.

They came in and checked on me and then got maintenance over and had to reset or do whatever to get me out of the elevator. But my broken leg was quite the ordeal for many, many months. And, you know, more turmoil and more insurance claims and just more for my parents to have to deal with. As you’re looking at the timeline, it was a few months post getting my leg, my cast was taken off, and back to normal as far as being healed and back to normal life that I actually burn the house down.

So, it was a very eventful year at the Davidson household, with all things considered. Anyway, it’s just a goofy little story, just so you get to know a little bit more about me and a little bit more about the things that I went through as a kid and just understanding where I’m coming from and put me into this point today. Hope you found this funny. Hope you found some enjoyment. Hopefully, if you were younger reminiscing back on the times that you put your parents through turmoil, you can reach out to them and say, hey, thank you for putting up with me.

Maybe you are a parent and you’ve got kids that are going through those things, know that they do love you and that eventually they will come through and listen to your guidance and your direction so that they may become thriving members of society.

Hope you’re well, talk to you next week.

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