In all fairness I did not realize I had broken my ankle on the beach.
Yes, it hurt.
No I could not walk on it properly.
But as long as I stepped on the ball of my right foot, and walked in sand, I could move around pretty well.
Besides I paid $100 to ride those horses.
On the beach.
In the ocean.
In the Bahamas.
I’m not going to let a little pain get in the way.
I did not find out my ankle was broken (Tibia) until I got home and had it x-rayed. That’s when I realized that I rode a horse, bareback, in the ocean with a broken ankle.
I think that makes me a hard-core cowgirl.
My husband thinks that makes me a stubborn redhead. What can I say, guilty as charged.
Stubborn or not, broken ankle or not, I had a wonderful time on the Girls Getaway Cruise sponsored by Premier Christian Cruises. Four days of insightful speakers, comedy via The Comedy Angels (Man they are hilarious), and great music with Selah. A few of us even got to come on stage and “sing” with Selah. That was a blast. Oh yeah, I’ll be holding that over my praise and worship leader husband for sure. I got to sing with Selah. BAM!
Because of my injury and needing special assistance by the airlines, I even got to sit with one of my favorite bible teachers, Jennifer Rothschild, on the flight from Orlando to Dallas. And yes for those who know me — it took a lot to hide giddy. I also prayed heavily before opening my mouth, “Dear Lord, what ever you do please don’t let me sound like an idiot.”
That lasted five minutes. We were talking about the comedy angels and I told her I was friends with one of them. She asked which one. I said, “The Redhead.”
For those who don’t know, Jennifer is blind.
Yep. I really did that.
I could have said, the one from Washington DC who compared Target to hell. That she could have gotten. Not “the redhead. ”
Oh well. She was gracious and didn’t point out the uselessness of that description, and for that I’m grateful.
Jesus Knows Me
bull-headed
Opinionated
Stubborn
Redheaded
rides horses with a broken ankle
get’s my words mixed up
Sometimes fearful
ME
This I love.
It was one of those “Y” chromosomes sneaking out of your “X” chromosomes…the ones that when you accidentally slice off a hand in a deer stand sharpening your hunting knife and all you say is “Oh crap..anyone got a bandaid?”
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that is pretty much it. I’m no cowgirl for sure, even though Iove to ride. I couldn’t get past, I paid for this, I’m going.. Had fun though.
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