I didn’t have a second to grab the railing.
My legs flew out from under me. My elbow slammed into the step, and all my weight came crashing down onto my right arm.
I heard the snap.
The pain was instant—sharp, searing, overwhelming. I couldn’t even breathe at first. Then I screamed.
Our neighbor, Mrs. Patel, rushed out in her robe.
“Oh my God,” she said, dropping to her knees beside me. “Don’t move. Can you feel your fingers?”
I was crying uncontrollably. “Yes. It hurts. It hurts so much.”
She tried calling Jason. No response.
We were less than ten feet from our front door, and my husband didn’t answer his phone.
So she called 911.
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