Rumors Abound

It has been suggested by a well respected physician that I received my injuries from a bar room brawl with my biker buddies.  Nothing could be further from the truth!  Nothing to see here folks.  Move along.

Nobody "Nose" the Trouble I've "Scene"

I was unusually wary as I returned to the crime scene.  It was a record hot day for April in the Valley of the Sun, but the perspiration I felt was not from the heat but an uneasiness that lurked in the back of my mind.  Would it happen again?  Could it happen again?  I glanced at the chalk outline where my body had laid prone against the hard, unforgiving concrete.  No luminol needed, the blood was still there as it was the day before, further evidence of a crime committed.

   

It was a two prong attack, quick and effective.  I had no time to think, no time to react.  I was at their mercy!  In one swift move the trailer tailgate grabbed and held onto my feet, while the cement driveway held it's position to smack me directly on the nose. I heard the crack when it hit me and I knew without a doubt that my nose was broken, but could I get away without further injury.  Luck was on my side.  I slowly moved out of harms way and on to safety, leaving my blood as a reminder to myself and others of the dangers that go unobserved in seemingly safe environments.  Have I been scarred for life?  Only in my soul.  I can never trust a tailgate or cement driveway again.  But I am a survivor.  I have had run ins before.  A friends elbow, hard-packed snow, slippery boats, scorpions, hot oil, they have all tried to stop me, but I defy them.  I live to fight another day.