"Fearless"

A birthday party,

Playing soccer.

A slip on the ball,

About to score.

A friend close by,

Steps on an arm (oops!).

A phone call, 

And trip to the ER.

A white face,

Sitting in a wheelchair.

Described his pain on a scale of 1-10

As a 2.

A moan, a groan, a plea for water.

But yet not a tear...

An x-Ray,

With "broken ulna" diagnosis.

A temporary splint,

With annoying sling.

Motrin every eight hours,

WithTylenol in between.

A sweet note from a friend,

And concern from all around. 

A friendly Orthodox Jew orthopedist,

Who gently, yet firmly pushed the bone back in place.

An orange cast,

Going clear up the arm.

{Excited!}

A smile, a giggle, a laugh.

Strong, tough, brave.

Who never once cried.

(Never once!)

Every doctor, every nurse, every medical attendant

noticed and commented on his abnormally high pain tolerance.

 {Side note: He did NOT inherit that from me...} 

He is my fearless, now casted boy,

Who made sure he was still allowed to rollerblade...

(...who can't believe this is the first broken bone between any of her boys!)