The Broken Arm

A DA colleague used to make fun of me.  To my face.  I was sometimes slower in speech and didn’t have the snappiest suits (loans, public service pay).  He was from a wealthy Connecticut family and also went to a higher ranked college and law school.  Also an NCAA sprinter.  Don’t get me wrong, I had good schools on my resume (Go Terps!  Go Hoosiers!), just not the elite variety.

Until one day, he walks into the office with his arm in a cast.  People ask him what happened.  He says “V-Tsien broke it.”

Then they ask me whether I did it on purpose.  “No.”

Did you apologize?  “No.”

He never bothered me again (at least to my face).

Still water runs deep.  For the ways I played sports, it’s a miracle I’ve never broken anything.


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