The broken bone is not mine.
It belongs to the birthday boy, Michael.
Not fifteen minutes before
Michael's friends had been quizzing us about
his health history
given his tendencies toward the ridiculous
stunts and adventures.
I, without thinking, said that he had never had a broken
bone....but as I did I had that fleeting thought,
"Did I just say that?"
I'm not superstitious but it just felt wrong.
Well, Michael had built a shaky ramp
and was planning to impress all of his party guests
by jumping over the fire on his dirt bike.
Apparently they had come up with the idea while
at work the day before.
They had drawn diagrams and everything.
What could go wrong?
The options were endless really.
I refused to watch but heard the aftermath
as he came crashing to the ground.
His bike came down on his leg,
his shoulder ground into dirt and grass.
These are the good things.
For he missed the neighbors macadam
driveway by a couple of feet
and did not land in the fire.
The bike coming down on his midsection
most likely would have wrecked up
His head hit the ground hard but the helmet
did it's job.
It didn't take too long to figure out that his
collarbone was broken.
So, off to the ER we went.
Leaving all of his friends behind to surround
the campfire, to consume his cake and
to wonder about his well being.
Mikey took turning 21 to a whole new level.
Happy Birthday, Mikey!
We are grateful that you are still with us!