So it's really not such a shock that me and two sisters all fell and ripped out our ACL tendons within the space of one year. Yes. Really. I was first and I did a doozy (is that a word?) I tore my ACL, the LCL, and herniated a disc that in turned punched a nerve bundle paralyzing my left leg for about 2 years until God wrought a miracle and I began to move my toes.
Within 6 months, sister 4 slid on snow and tore out her ACL. At least I had a doctor to recommend. Just a few months later sister 3 fell out of a van...a church van and tore torn her ACL. She fell OUT of a church van! Sister #2, didn't tear anything but 10 months after I fell, I understand she strained a muscle so badly she could barely move. How you ask? Apparently she was standing on a bed trying to reach a ceiling fan to pull the cord. She fell off the bed.
This chain of accidents caused my husband to nickname us the Point of Graceless. (For those not in the know...referring to a 4 girl Christian music group - Point of Grace) It caused some chuckles as sister 2 and I walked into church on crutches and in braces...my left and her right leg.
The other day my daughter in law posted a photo on facebook.