My healing at family camp

At the beginning of family camp this summer, I was helping a friend get her little brother's things out of his cabin. At the cabin there was a big fire pole, and we all decided it looked like a ton of fun to go down. Since no one wanted to go first, I decided I would. I misjudged the distance between the upper cabin and the lower cabin and fell a pretty long distance onto the concrete below. My ankle went out from under me and was in a really awkward position. I thought, "Don't worry. It's not a big deal."

I hobbled over to the steps. My mom was close by, and she came to help me and started praying for me right away. My friends were all saying, "Are you OK?" And I said, "Yeah, I'm fine," but I knew I wasn't quite there yet. I was trying to use willpower a little bit. I thought, "I'll just keep walking and forget about it." But as we were walking, it got worse and worse.

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