Snap, Crackle, Pop! The Story of my Broken Leg

What's up Choctaw fans? It's Andrew here to tell the story of how a night of karaoke, an MC basketball player, and an ambulance ride are all linked together.

It all started at the second orientation of the summer. I had been chilling all night representing Shawreth and Swannanoa at the Party on the Piazza. After that, I went to Alumni Gym and played dodgeball for a while and had a great time running around and meeting new students. Then things took a turn for the worse.

I headed downstairs to The Commons to check out the karaoke scene. A few months earlier, Drake and I performed a rap show on the same stage and we wanted to relive some of the glory and share our songs with the new freshmen. Drake and I took the stage to perform one of the songs we wrote about living at MC called, "Caf Time."

Towards the end of the song, there is a dance break down. At this point, Drake shouted, "Let's break this down!" I looked into the crowd and saw my friend, Andrew Fehrenbacher, who is an MC basketball player as well as an Orientation Leader. I left the stage to high-five him and dance  in the middle of the floor. 

I leapt over a small blue chair, and when I landed I heard a snap and fell to the ground. I instantly imagined Kevin Ware breaking his leg in the NCAA tournament a few years ago and hoped that my leg wasn't broken like that.

Before I go any further, let me explain the irony of the situation. I live an active lifestyle and love to run, jump, and play. I play intramural soccer and basketball with Shawreth, and no matter how terrible we are, I always have a good time. I also love to skateboard and get creative with tricks. 

Let's return to the story. I tried to stand up, but my leg moved and my foot hung limp below. My knee was upright, but my foot lay off to the side. Amidst the frenzy of the music playing, the crowd moving, and my body going into shock, I came to the grave realization that I had broken my leg. It didn't come from playing sports, or riding my skateboard on my hands, but from jumping over a chair during a rap performance.

Soon, the people around me realized this as well and moved into action. My orientation leader from when I was a freshman, Will Hedgepeth, calmly walked across the room and began directing traffic. He asked someone to put something under my head so I wouldn't faint. Lifelong friend Elizabeth Rogers came and held my hand and talked to me to make sure I remained calm. 

Other people in the room called the appropriate emergency responders and my parents, who thought it was a joke. Before I knew it, the EMTs were there, and I was being treated and put in an ambulance to go the hospital. 

The next afternoon, I had surgery to put a rod in the tibia (front shin bone) and two screws to hold it in place.

The best part of this whole situation has been the support I've received in the recovery. I think that I've taken people for granted, but now I am extremely thankful for the people in my life who support me, regardless of the situation. People have been extremely gracious whether they've brought me food, sent balloons, or just come chilled and played COD or watched soccer.

I also have realigned my priorities to be consistent in reading the Word on a daily basis. It's sad, but I've been more constant these past few weeks than I have in the past few years. The aftermath of a freak accident has turned into a positive time of spiritual growth. As I reflected on this, 2 Corinthians 4:16-18 came to mind because it focuses on the importance of the eternal over the temporary. 

"So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal."

Signing off,


Crutch-master, Soccer Fan, Choctawker