MY AUNT AND UNCLE had just moved to a place in Napa, California. I took a week's vacation to go visit them. My uncle had these three dirt bikes that were really fun to ride, and I took one out almost every day.
A couple of days into my stay there, I was riding one of the dirt bikes around the property, when my wheel clipped a moving box that was still lying around. I hadn't seen it on the driveway, and so when I hit it, it threw me off balance and the bike fell over.
My wrist hurt, so I went inside. My uncle is a doctor, and he asked to look at it since he'd seen me cradling it in my other arm. He examined it a little and said that it was broken. But I wasn't afraid, because I had already started praying.
