Justin Fracture

This story is my story about the name Justin and dedicated to someone I went to school with. The story is about trauma. Justin was together with me when I broke both of my arms. It is traumatic because I still backslash from it when I fall asleep. There is this shock effect in my body short before I fall asleep. After going through the accident mentally again, my body finally relaxes and I can sleep. Justin and I were in my Garage, where I had my wood vaulting horse. We jumped from the horse to a bar on the roof and did swing on it. I lost control and fell on my arms and both arms broke. One arm was very heavy broken and looked very bad. Justin must have been very scared. My mother and brothers had gone to my grandmothers house in St. Johann, Austria to ski. I think I stayed because of the vaulting sport. The strange thing about Justin reaction was that he ran up and got a bucket full of ice. We tried to put the arm in there, but I told him that he needs to call my dad, who was working upstairs. My father came and took me to the Gerresheimer Sana hospital, where I got surgery. I remember waking up, and the doctor told me that my other arm was broken too. It is interesting because my little brother had a similar situation with my father. He burnt himself and my father needed to save him. It this kind of situation where you are really happy that you have a father. Even if, his presence was quite absent and threatening. Shortly after Justin and me detached because of another accident, you find in the Patrick story. What is your experience with the name Justin and physical trauma.