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May 11, 2006
I knew he wasn't kidding around. I heard the sound as he tumbled down the 12-step flight of stairs. I could feel his cries go through me and I knew it was bad. I looked down the stairs and he lay at the bottom. His leg was broken 4 inches above the ankle and the bone had pierced the skin. Fresh blood stained his white sock. The fire department was on the scene in record time. I held his hand as his screams filled the air. As the paramedics took him away, I sobbed, "He was taking out my trash!-