So I was trying to be nice to my pastor and keep a eye on his two foster kids (who are a huge handful) so he could just focus on talking. Well it was dark and one of them ran off into the dark. I run after him and trip over a milk crate in the back yard. I finally get them back to the building and look at my shin.... 1 1/2 in gash on my shin... no real surprise for me. I have had many stitches and cuts on my legs. I ended up with 9 stitches. No fun....
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