From Timid to Terror
After getting a cast on my arm for a broken wrist, I used it as a weapon against bullies. That helped me learn to stand up for myself.
Comfort is Hard to Come By
The morning sunlight streamed through the crack at the side of the curtain, and I blinked my eyes awake. As I sat up in bed, pain shot through my right arm. Even wrapped in a cloth bandage, my right arm throbbed from when I fell off the monkey bars the day before, on the playground at the boarding school for missionary kids in Nigeria. I scooted to the edge of my lower bunk in the dormitory and slid my feet…
Monkey Business on the Monkey Bars
At boarding school I got hurt while playing on the monkey bars when a friend gave me some advice, meaning to help, but it backfired on me.