I joined the gang of fallen hikers.
Not in the woods, or on the backroads. It happened 1/3 mile from home. The paved road portion. Where the black ice hides. Black ice forms when snow mostly melts followed by a freeze. Often snow will fall after the freeze, hiding the thin layer of very slippery ice.
Boom.
Naturally, I did the wrong thing by bracing for impact with my arm. My hands stretched out and took the force, breaking the distal radial bone. Smashed would be a better word. The surgeon was impressed. He put in plates and screws forming the letter "T" on the Xray.
Look for a character in a future story of mine with a broken arm. I know now how to paint it realistically. :)
When these storms come, though, I have found it very helpful to think of what is true, what is honest, what is just, what is pure, what is lovely, what is of good report, those things that have virtue and praise.
Then I remember those who also have needs and pray for them.
With all of this, my mind no longer dwells on me and my issues.
The pain is tolerable.
And the sun comes up in the morning.
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