While sitting at my youngest son’s baseball game my middle son and I were scoping out the ball that was stuck at the top of the back stop fence.
We were fantasizing about how we could climb to the top of the very tall backstop grab the ball and keep it! That wouldn’t be wrong would it?
And as always the case with men the conversation turned violent. I asked my son how high could you fall from and not die. We discussed in some graphic detail things like compound fractures, head trauma and of course death.
The conversation ended with Dad’s proclamation that the height of a fall can be as low as six feet! It’s true Google it.
Then our discussion moved from fun and games like cerebral contusions and spinal paralysis to a responsible Dad lecturing his son to not do stupid things like jumping off of sheds, trees and house roofs. I’m a good Dad that way.
About 5 hours later my son was playing in the church gym – ready for this? He was standing right next to a kid that jumped off a stack of chairs, tried to grab the basketball goal, swung out to grab another stack of chairs with his feet and fell horizontally to the floor from about 9 feet in the air! Yep that’s three feet above death height.
He lived.
Compound fracture of his wrist. Severely bruised face and swelling and bleeding of the brain.
When my son got home he was probably in shock. He was really upset.
My wife and I assumed by the look on his face that he caused the kid to fall.
Probably because 6 weeks ago he broke that same kid’s nose.
