One day in July,I bent to pull weedsin the garden, to lifta large stone; I bentat the waist and lifted,to move a large stone,to pull weeds beneathand around.                         I brokemy back; my back broke—collapsed, two vertebraecollapsed like marshmallows,squeezed between unrelentingfingers; fingers squeezedmarshmallow vertebrae,and they collapsed, sendingshooting pains, pains shotthrough muscles; musclescould not hold them…

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