Five months ago yesterday, I fell and broke my ankle. It was pretty stupid actually, and a good example of how the tiniest mistake can drastically impact your life.
I live in China, and I had taken a small group of students to the famous, Buddhist Jiming temple in Nanjing. Originally built in 557, it's currently a beautiful vibrant orange.
And tiered - lots of stairs. My downfall - literally.
I had exited the temple proper, and looked up at the strings of flags that appeared above. And I missed a tiny step down as I moved forward. Down I went, ankle twisted. I was surrounded by people, everyone staring impassively. Unfortunately, it is not customary to help strangers in China, so I lay there on the ground in pain until my students, who had run off ahead, realized I was missing and doubled back.
Long story short, I ended up at the hospital and was misdiagnosed with a sprained ankle. Two months later when things weren't progressing quickly enough, and some new pain began to set in, I discovered my ankle was fractured and some bone had now broken off my fibula. Now it's five months from the beginning of the saga, and I still can't walk very well.
But I can dance a little...