The Hidden Arm
Kimber wrote a post yesterday about not being able to handle seeing her child hurt. Very understandable to me since I grew up with a mother that fainted at the sight of blood or any other damage for that matter. I could tell many stories about that, but one in particular was extremely funny.
My oldest brother Delane, was about fifteen so I was probably about nine when this happened. Delane and one of his friends were playing in the yard across the street. Whatever they were playing with went up on the roof of the house and stayed. Delane was going to be the hero and climbed up on the roof to retrieve it. He fell off of the roof. When he fell, he landed on his arm and broke the big bone between the wrist and elbow. It snapped and so the bone, instead of going straight anymore did like a zigzag. It was very obvious that it was broken.
My father was in the Army and we lived in walking distance of the base, where there was a hospital. Now Delane knew that mom would faint if she saw it, so he walked in the house with his arm behind his back. He was very calm and said "Mom, I'll be back in a little while."
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Well, uh, I'm going to walk up to Fort Mac to the hospital and get them to take a look at my arm" he said.
With the arm still well hidden behind his back he said, "Well, I think I broke my arm."
She kind of laughed and said, "Why do you think you broke your arm Delane? Let me see it."
He stood there and shook his head no. "I don't think you want to see it mom. I'm pretty sure it's broken. I'll just be back in a little while."
Realizing he was serious, she got concerned. "I want to see it", she said sternly.
"Mom, you really don't want to see it, I promise you. Just let me go will you? I'll be careful and I'll come straight back."
She stomped her foot (she did that when she was really frustrated) and said "You show me your arm right now."
Delane looked around at us and said "Are ya'll ready?"
My sister and I looked at each other and said "Yea. We'll take care of her."
Delane pulled his arm out from behind his back and said "See! I told you it was broke."
We all stood there giggling as we caught mom before she hit the floor.
"Tell her I'll be back in a little while" he said, and out the door he went.
We had many laughs about that little episode over the years. Mom always felt bad that she never could deal with anything but we always tried to assure her that it had been good for us because we learned to take care of each other. I wouldn't even want to try to count the number of times someone had a broken bone or stitches out of the five of us. We played outside all the time and that was just part of it as far as we were concerned.