On 5/29/2011 I was having the time of my life. I was on a weekend camping trip in Virginia, it was Sunday afternoon, and the weather was beautiful. I was on my second day of biking, and was going down hill on the Virginia Creeper trail. Going a bit faster than I should have been, I hit a rut in the dried mud, and that was the moment I knew something horrible was about to happen. My bike jerked to the right, I flew to the left, landed hard, and body surfed along the trail until I came to a stop. My left arm was underneath me, and the wind had been knocked out of me. I tried to move but felt excrutiating pain in my shoulder. I won't bore you with the details of the next few hours but the result was a fractured proximal humerus. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.....
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