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SweSinga: Needing a Lift
"Are you ready?" Berwald asked.
"Yeah," Simha said, tightening his arms around Berwald's neck.
Berwald straightened, his hands under Simha's thighs. The smaller man gritted his teeth as the motion jolted his ankle, which he had just sprained.
"You okay?" Berwald asked.
"Yeah," Simha gasped. "Let's just go."
It was only supposed to be a simple walk. But Simha didn't pay much attention to where he placed his foot, and he managed to hit the very edge of the sidewalk. His hand was scraped as well, but the pain in his ankle made it impossible for him to walk at the moment.
"I'm really sorry about this," Simha said. "If I had looked where I was stepping…"
"No, it's fine," Berwald said. "Besides, I know you didn't do it on purpose. Right now, all that matters is that we get you back home and have that ankle checked out."
Simha smiled and gave Berwald a brief hug. He was so glad that he had someone so understanding in his life.
When I was in high school, a day or so before the schoolyear started, my family and I went for a walk around the neighbourhood. And, as was typical in those days especially, I sprained my ankle. I just remember screaming 'EINA!' (Afrikaans word for 'ouch'), and then having to be helped back home. I managed to stretch my ligaments, and needed some physio for that. But there was one good thing that came out of it: the beginning of the schoolyear brought mandatory athletic try-outs. My badly sprained ankle got me out of all of that.