Josh’s skiing accident
I pulled back the sheet and there it was, pointing up toward his belly button, laying against his stomach. The year I was 12 years old, was the year I learned about the male anatomy first hand, and close up. We were on winter break. My parents were divorced, and we never heard from my dad. Mom took us up to Big Bear to do a little bit of skiing. On the very first run, my sixteen-year-old brother Josh, took a bad fall and broke both of his arms and both of his legs. They had to airlift him out and take him to the hospital. The way he was pinwheeling, broke the bones in such a way that they needed to put in several metal plates. He was going to have cast on both …