I've always thought that human bones are pretty strong. You see those people on TV lifting cars and stuff and you're like, "Dang, must be some pretty thicc bones." So when I hit a tree with my leg, I thought I'd be fine. The snow was really cold (I was skiing) so I wanted to stand up but my leg didn't feel quite right and it hurt like all heck when I tried to move. Turns out that I had fractured my femur and, get this, the femur is the strongest bone in the body. So, I had major surgery as a 10 year old. After surgery, I had to spend about 4 months in a wheelchair and another 6 months with crutches. That sucked. All my friends got to go out and play during recess and I stayed cooped up in class with a teacher. Even with the large amount of opiates I was on, my leg still hurt all time. During that year of my life, I started the day with some suffering and ended the day with some more suffering.
Looking back, I'm glad I went through some hardship while young. My outlook on life is much more positive. Hardly ever am I not in a good mood. I don't take my life for granted anymore because I could have hit the tree with something other than a leg, like my head or spine. I know there are people who aren't as "lucky" as me and have to life each day "reminding [themselves], over and over: 'This is water, this is water'" (Wallace, This is Water). Thanks to a certain tree, I don't have to remind myself to be cheerful.
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