By Jane Berg
One week after Else began her first nursing job, she went to a party where she would both meet her first husband and, while jumping on a trampoline, fall and sprain her ankle.
Although Else’s boss understood just how common the injury was, she convalesced in self-loathing. Unable to stomach being nursed instead of nursing, she also lost four pounds.
In the future, she’ll cringe when her husband narrates the story of how they met. But Else will often tell her daughter the cautionary tale, concluding, “I would never jump on a trampoline again.”
More’s the pity, her daughter will think.
I enjoyed this. Well done, Jane!
Very nicely told! It makes me pause for thought whether or not she is really happy in her marriage to have such a negative memory of that evening. I pretty much would take any injury on a night in which one would meet the person you love and cherish the rest of your life! There is some pause for thought in this story too which is why I like it!