Two weekends ago I was at a graduation party eating chips and salsa, watching the girls play with their little friends, and enjoying good company. Tethered on a cord in the corner of a yard, the family's dog was resting in the shade. A young boy tossed a ball to the dog.
In the split second before the dog took off, I surveyed the scene: a half dozen unsuspecting children about to be clotheslined by a dog leash. I stepped closer to block them as the cord grew taut, watching the cord slice into the front and side of my shin.
I didn't think the cut looked that terribly bad until I started getting frequent comments over the next week. What did you do to your leg? Is that a burn? Man, you look like you were branded.
Joel told me my calf appeared like a tribal tattoo gone bad. A friend suggested that it looked as if I had attempted to cut off my lower leg with a hacksaw (a description that paints a lovely word picture, does it not?)
Even though it's past the nasty, seeping wound stage and seems to be healing well, I still get a surprising amount of unsolicited advice about wound care and what lotions minimize scarring when I'm out in public.
I think I'll end up with a scar regardless, so I'm considering taking a Sharpie marker and writing "hero" on my calf above the cut. Just for now.
Just in case anyone wants to know how I braved personal injury to save a yard full of innocent children from hurtling danger without even dropping my plate of chips and salsa. I'm that good.
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