When Jake was about 2.5 yrs old, he was "helping" me dig footers for the shed at the new house. The county made me do 8 holes measuring 18" wide and 30" deep. Jake was out there with me playing with his little plastic wheel barrow and shovel moving rocks around the side yard. Keeping my eye on him while mixing concrete, kept reminding him to stay away from the open holes. I had 2 left to fill and was working on one of them. Turned my head for 30 seconds and heard that horrifying "FAH-LOOP" sound. I drop the block that was in my hands and turned around to see Jake's right hand, left knee and hat sticking out of the top of the hole. He was only 28 inches tall in a 30 inch hole. I grabbed him by his shoulders and picked straight up out of the hole. He wrapped his arms around me, so I knew they still worked.... But his left leg was just dangling like a wet noodle from the hip down. I carried him in the house, sat him on the kitchen counter and he was screaming that his leg hurt and couldn't move it. My wife was gone for the weekend and all I could think about was how she was going to kill me when she got home. When I wrapped my arms around him to pick him up and take him to the hospital, I paused just long enough to lay my head on arm and said a quick prayer that went like this: " Lord please reach down with just one finger to lay a healing touch on Jacob. If you can't fix his leg Lord, Michelle is going to kill me when she gets home tomorrow." Halfway thru that moment of desperation, Jake stopped crying. I looked up and he said he wanted to get down. I put him on the floor and he ran circles around me asking for some juice. We went back out and finished the footers. I know his leg was messed up when I took him out of the hole. It didn't hang right and had no controlled movement.
