Mission Break

We got news last week that Taylor had broken his arm.

Again.

For the 10th time since he was 8 years old.

How do you break your arm while serving a mission?
You show some of the kids that live by your apartment how you can kick it on a skateboard.

In your church shoes, dress pants and tie.

Then maybe they'll listen to your message.

Elder Syddall had a lot to say about the quality of his cast.
He would know, we've been to countless orthopedic specialists.

The last few casts Taylor and I have critiqued.  
We feel qualified.

We know when it's a good or bad wrap job.

We've chosen cast colors together
(at least I've provided advice -- please, no pink!)

He's had waterproof and non-waterproof casts.
Oh, and we won't forget the water-proof cast that wasn't.
(The doctor did it wrong, which I mentioned when we returned a week later with the stinkiest cast ever.)
"I don't think you are supposed to use a sock," I said.
"I think I know what I'm doing." was the response.
"Just don't get it wet."

At one time, Taylor had injuries to BOTH arms.  That was a joy.

I asked one of those orthopedic specialists if there could be some kind of bone-weakness genetic thing going on 
(Bill had broken his legs 5 times as a youth).

"Maybe a clumsy gene,"was the doctor's response.

Maybe Taylor just needs to perfect his fall?  Or be a little less reckless?

I keep thinking the days of casts will end.  I keep hoping THIS cast will be the last.

I have come to realize that may not happen, but I love that boy anyway.