I’ve worked really hard at being grateful, calm, appreciative of the things around me. I listen to my motivational stuff every morning. I know that no matter what God is taking care of me.
I broke my ankle Tuesday night. It’s broken in 3 places. I know that I’m being taken care of. The people at JPS we’re also very sweet. But I didn’t see them until Thursday.
What happened was, I was walking Daisy and when I got to our yard she wanted to go see if Sasha, the neighbor dog, was near the fence yes. I started to walk over and my right foot started to turn. We have all of these gullies and valleys in our front yard. I hit one wrong and immediately went to compensate with my left foot. That’s when it happened. I don’t know exactly, and I want to go and look at the ground over there, but I can’t. My ankle rolled out, I heard a pop, and I was on the ground on my back holding my ankle and screaming.
I know that the lady across the street looks out her window constantly. Her son was at home, I know this because the truck was there. They did not come outside. They were probably in the kitchen having dinner.
I yell for Steven, but there was no way he was going to be able to hear me from inside the house.
I started trying to wave down cars. Three of them ignored me or didn’t see me. The fourth one had a little Hispanic girl and boy. Probably about 16yrs old.
She got out of the car, she wasn’t driving, and I asked her to go to the house to tell S that I was out there. She did. The driver got out of the car, and asked asked if he could help me up. He probably weighed 80 lb and was five foot nothing. I’m well over twice that in weight and knew it would be disastrous. I declined.
They were able to get s to come to the door, and he needed to go put on his shoes.
