So anyway, I went skiiing today. It was my first time ever. I spent about an hour going over the basics with my instructor. Finnaly, I went up on the ski lift to the top of the big hill. It split into three parts. Begginners, intermediate, and expert. I didn't know this and ended up on the expert trail flying down and dodging trees. Finnaly, I tripped and flew through the air and with a sickening crack, I felt my leg snap in half. I couldn't move it. It felt really hot and I knew it was broken. My hand was bleeding from Bering dragged agross the ground upon impact. For five minutes, I lay there in pain. The sad thing is no one thought to ask me if I was alright. I started to really panick and began praying to Raphael. I started to feel sleepy. My vision started turning green and around me, all the trees looked like they were glowing. I heard a very kind voice from above soothing me and telling me everything was going to be alright. I fell asleep and woke up half an hour later. I tried moving my leg once more and it worked fine. My palm was no longer bleeding and all traces of cuts or scratches were gon though I could still see the bloody handprint on the ground. I got up and left. I thanked Raphael ernestly for his help and figured I'd share this with you.