Break a leg

Well today is not a good day for me. I was at work and coming down a set of stairs when one of the cement stairs that are set in rebar broke loose and I went through it. I managed to twist as I fell and absorbed most of the impact on my wrist and other ankle as my leg went through the gap. My leg was cut up pretty bad but I sure showed those stairs it will be a long time before they mess with me after I got myself extracted and managed to stop all the bleeding. I cussed them out so good they are nice and afraid of me. So after the doctor visit he told me I have a badly bruised left wrist, a huge bloody mess of scratches on my left leg that are turning a nice purple color, a badly bruised right leg and an extremely badly bruised left leg, and ankle. I don't publish all this for simpathy (but feel free to give it to me) but because after it was over and even though it hurts I thought about how it could of been so much worse and what would of happened if I had fallen even worse and broken my neck or something I worry about what my girls and wife would do. Then it came to me in the middle of my freaking out, a nice warm feeling came over me because I realized that even if something did happen I had my own family that would help my children and wife if they ever needed it. This was quite a comfort even though I was really hurting. It just goes to show that it sometimes takes something shocking to make you realize all the good your family does for you.

Love you all
Justin