A good day gone bad.

The day started out perfect. No school. Sleep-over planned with a sweet friend. Helping at the horse farm. What could go wrong?! Apparently a lot more than I had thought.

Let's back up. This Christmas, my younger sister, Rosy, got a ripstick (more commonly known as a skateboard). She would hold me up as I got on it and I would ride it with my hands on her shoulders for support. Finally, I got up enough guts to try it on my own.

My excitement rose as I stepped up on it and then it went back down again with my body. Yes, I had fallen. I was numb. Rosy said that I had been in the air at least 2 feet from the ground.

I felt my hip bone throbbing and I couldn't get off the ground. I layed there for about 5 minutes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Rosy was trying to be consoling, but was having a hard time containing her laughter. I have to admit, it looked hilarious!! ;)

When I tried to stand and my right leg fell from under me, I knew that something was not right. "Get Mom, Rosy!" I cried. Then I burst out in laughter again. She ran inside and moments later, my older brother came running out. Then, Nikki. Then, Rosy. Then, FINALLY Mom.

I was a sight. Laying on the concrete, unable to move, groaning from pain, and laughing. Mom and Nikki came over to me and asked me to try and stand. Once again, I groaned and fell into their arms. They managed to carry me inside somehow and dropped me on the couch.

As I lay there, it dawned on me: I would have to cancel my plans with my friend and at the horse farm!

I glanced at the clock, hoping I would be able to at least put weight on it by the time she came. To my dismay, she could show up any minute!

15 minutes later, she was dropped off. She opened the door and looked over at me. I looked pathetic. I hadn't gotten dressed for the day, because I planned to right before she got to my house. I had also planned to shower, but I didn't see how that was possible, seeing that I couldn't walk.

GREAT. Just great. This was supposed to be one of those perfect days. Instead, it turned out to be one of those "everything is going wrong" days.

Mom began to get scared that I couldn't walk. I didn't seem to be getting any better. So, she called the doctor.
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Mom knew that I am not someone who enjoys to sit and talk all day long - especially not when friends are over. So, she called my friend's mom and told her what had happened. She would meet us at the doctor's office. The sleep-over was called off. I felt horrible.

When we got to the doctor's office, I didn't want to even go in. The only way to get in was for Mom and Nikki to carry me. No way! What would people think of me? I guess this was one of those times when I would have to swallow my pride and just go get it done.

As soon as I walked in, it was as bad as I had thought. I look down at myself and realize once again that I am wearing what I slept in, I'm wearing muddy Crocs, I desperately need a shower, and I am being carried. As my mom and sister carry me awkwardly through the door, the people in the waiting room's eyes bulged clear out of their heads. (Not that bad, but it makes a good story. :D) Then, a nurse comes out with a wheel chair for me. Haha, joking right? NO.

Then, to make it even more awkward, I began to giggle and then laugh harder. The people in the waiting room are trying not to stare and the children began to point. One little girl tried to walk up and touch my wheel chair, but her mother pulled her back. Everyone is staring awkwardly at me and I stop laughing. Thankfully, the nurse called me in quickly.

She began to examine my hip and told mom the possibility of it being a broken hip. Mom asked what that would mean I had to wear. (How would you put a hip in a cast? :DD) The doctor replied that it would mean surgery. "SURGERY?!?!" Mom asked/exclaimed. "Yup." replied the doctor, like it wasn't a big deal. She told us to have it x-rayed.

So, Nikki wheels me out to the car and we began to ride down to the clinic. Boy, I was glad to be out of that waiting room!!! I'd had enough embarrassing moments for the day.

The clinic wasn't so bad, except for all the stares as I was wheeled through the lobby. We had the x-rays done and headed home. FINALLY!!

We ate Mickey D's and then I just lay there on the couch and played a game. Then, the dreaded phone call came. It was the doctor's office with the x-ray results. Would I have to have surgery? Was it just a bruised bone? So many questions were going through my head.

I listened with eager ears as mom said, "Yeah....mhm....okay. Thank you."

"Wh-what did she say?" I stammered.

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"NO BREAKS!!" She exclaimed. It was a pulled muscle!

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So, what did I learn through this whole "good day gone bad"??

It seemed so unfair. It seemed like God had planned all of this to happen, so that I couldn't have the sleep-over and couldn't go to the horse farm.

When I explained this to Mom, she said,"Honey, I think God did this to show you that you can make plans, but God still wants you to know that He can say whether you go or not. Sometimes He just does things so that we will be still and know that HE is God."

I happen to agree with her, no matter how embarrassing the whole experience was.

Now I'm gonna go be still for a while.... :D

-s. olivia

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He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” -Psalm 46:10