Broken Ankle Blog

On December, 1993 I broke my ankle. More accurately, Cy, Jason, Phil and Dave broke my ankle, when they turned an innocent sled run into a "let see if we can push them down the hill and into the parking lot" contest. Well, they got us into the parking lot, and when my foot came out of the sled, and then between the sled and the parking lot, broken ankle ensued. I was in a cast for six long weeks. No photographic evidence of the broken ankle and cast existed. Until now!

Thanks to Jane's mom, who gave my dad this picture. That's me at the end (along with Jane, Suhan, Suki and Sarah. What cuties we were/are). See that cast? I can't tell if it's the full leg one I had to wear for three weeks, or the up to the knee one I had to wear for three weeks.

Also, check out Me and Sarah's shoes. When I showed this picture to some of the kids at church, they exclaimed, "are those Vans???" Yup, they sure are. The same shoes some of the kids at church are wearing now. Man, Sarah and I were so hip!