possible arm break

Yesterday I prayed that God would begin to prepare me for effective ministry in the city and that he would teach me any lessons I needed to learn despite the cost. Last night, I was feeling fearless and used my "mentoring session" to solicit my mentee's advice on a cool new skateboard. We went to the mall and I bought a sweet one. I took it to my church parking lot only to have some AA members ask me if I was ok. I quickly got up from the ground to show them that I was alive, but I was pretty sure I'd broken something because of the sheer pain, hot flashes, and profuse sweat which poured down my face. Lesson learned: wrecklessness has it's cost and no, I'm not cool.