How many bones have you broken? How?

Well let’s see what we have first, that would have to be when I was in Kindergarten, I barely just learned to tie my shoelaces, but it was not enough to keep me from falling from a 5 foot wall, face first into that rough gravel. So what had happened is that my shoes had come undone and when I went to step that next step and low and behold I would break my nose at the age of 5. I’m not completely sure when this happened, but I know it was after this incident. Well I broke my trigger finger and I had to use one of them splints like that idiot in 187 who got his finger cut off, haha. Then when I was in high school I let my cousin use my horse to give a demonstration to her classmates on how to saddle a horse. After she finished we loaded my horse back up and I guess after that someone came and scooped up a bit of that dirt my horse stepped on. To some this may seem silly, but native americans, indigenous, or ndn’s know that not everything can be helped and some shit has to play out.

After that day, there was a day that I decided to go riding in my backyard, I usually followed a dirt road that went alongside the cattle ranch on the other side of a barb wire fence towards the east. However, I was starting to head North up the hill, so at first we took a small jog and then finally I got my horse to run. Everything felt great, because this was something I was good at, but then out of nowhere I saw this sort of dip in the road ahead of us and best way I can describe this part is my horse lost control and flipped forward, which put me right under my horses back. Where I would imagine would have killed me with that fall, but it happened so fast that I didn’t realize at the time that I thought, oh my shoulder is hurt and feels numb. So with one arm I pulled myself back up onto the horse and went home. When shower came up, I am undressing and I lift my arm to take my shirt off and all I hear is POP, and then I knew I was hurt more than I thought.

My parents rushed me to the ER and they examined me and said I had broken my clavicle also known as the collarbone, so I had to keep my arm in a sling. Of course this never restricted me, even when I had to train myself to do push ups for my basic training, so that bone needs to be trustful. So that brings the count to 4 bones, but the 5th happened last year. In June I ended up breaking my ankle, to be more specific by the fibula and would also require surgery, so that was it, because my nose is like indestructible especially when I have slammed my nose directly onto the steering wheel. Other than that, I would have to say that those are all the bones I have broken and how I broke them. The last one was crazy because I walked on a broken ankle back home about a quarter mile away, so I guess you can say that I have a very high tolerance for pain. Overall I never let my broken bones ever hold me back. Don’t do it either, because in the long run I could be helping you out too!