After she dropped me off, she went to see her cousin, who is an EMT and who lives close to me.
The masters all responded quickly and appropriately and advised her to get an x-ray. This is a physical activity, a sport. Accidents happen, injuries happen. The thing to look for is the response, and the response was excellent.
Later on, after my shower, I turned on the end of a rerun of The West Wing, The Crackpots and these Women, which, among other things, has a gentle lunatic coming in to talk about a UFO to Sam. The UFO is, in fact, completely Identified - it's a Russian satellite falling back to earth, a reminder whem "Two great nations dared to try to reach the starts."
And then he says, "What will be the next thing that challenges us, Toby? That makes us go farther and work harder? Do you know that when smallpox was eradicated it was considered the single greatest humanitarian achievement of the twentieth century? Surely we can do it again, as we did in a time when our eyes looked toward the heavens, and with outstretched fingers, we touched the face of God."
And I broke down in big, sobbing, tears. Because there was a time when we reached for the stars, and there
was a time when we reached towards the heavens, and we aren't anymore. We're stuck on this ball of dirt - beautiful and precious and we are harming it everyday - and we can't go anywhere beyond Earth orbit, and there isn't a colony on the Moon now, or a manned flight to Mars in the works and, my goodness, it hurts.
We made it up with computers less powerful than pocket calculators. What could we do now?