Sports Injury

Couple of weeks ago, I had a sports injury for the first time in my life. My injury attracted fair amount of attentions from friends, acquaintances and curious strangers. They all laughed after my explanation and a few of them gave compliments on the injury for its good purpose.

Usually, my side of the conversation went like the following:

"It was due to kickboxing."

"Oh, no. I was not beaten up by someone. I kicked into the air and got hurt. "

"Ah, yes. It is a fun sports if you did it correctly."

For some reasons, the injury reminded me of an old sad song called Mr. Bojangles. I hummed this song in my head when I was limping around the campus.

" I knew a man Bojangles and he'd dance for you

In worn out shoes with silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants

The old soft shoe

He jumped so high, jumped so high

Then he lightly touched down."

Apparently, I jumped so high, kicked so high and then I heavily touched down.

As always, my internal world is built upon songs after songs.