As always, my first priority was my children. My friend, Carolyn, had picked the kids up from school and had taken them to the pool. She agreed to keep them for awhile. When I made arrangements with her, I figured I'd be home around 8 or 9. I really anticipated being home earlier, but I didn't want to commit to it. You never know how things are going to go at Orange. 

I called, but got her answering machine. I left a message. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I was pretty upbeat. Hey. It's just me. I wanted to let you know that I might be a little late. I think I broke my ankle. If you could just take the kids back to the house, that would be great. Give me a call when you get a chance."

Then, it was time to call my husband. I didn't want to call him. I had everything under control. He had a gig in Bethesda from 6 until 9 PM. There was really nothing that I needed him to do for me. I knew that Carolyn would take care of the kids. I felt like a teenager - afraid to call home to tell my parents that I wrecked the car. I didn't want the "I told you so" lecture. He was already apprehensive about my new sport. How would he react to this news? Would he ask me to stop jumping? He keeps telling me that jumping isn't bothering him, but I can't help but wonder if that's true. It's a strange coincidence that his mood has changed since I got more involved with the sport. A couple of the guys offered to call home for me. They were very sweet.

Having a broken ankle doesn't fit in with my life style. I've got carpools to drive, kids to take care of, volunteer work to do. I don't like to do nothing. Plus...I'm hyperactive. I can't sit still for five minutes. How will I get through weeks of doing nothing? 

I couldn't put it off any longer. I called him. I told him that I got to jump and that free fall was awesome. I had a video to prove it. He was very supportive. Then i said, I had a little trouble with my landing and I think I might have broke my ankle. His response to this, "Oh honey..." He went on to ask if there was anything he could do. He offered to see if he could find a sub for his gig. There really was no reason for him to do that. I told him that Israel was going to take me right to Shady Grove Hospital. I knew I wouldn't be finished before him. He could go home and check on the kids before coming to get me.