*Ring, ring* God’s calling you!

Last night I was on duty. At about 2100, a kid fell up a ladder. As it turned out, he fell down a (long) ladder while climbing up it. He was sent to the ER with a suspected hand fracture, which couldn’t be confirmed on the ship due to lack of Xray qualified personnel in the duty section. It turned out to be a rather involved fracture of his right (dominant) hand. At our morning meeting today, the following conversation occurred:

Me: ” So, I guess he’s seeing Ortho today. It’s too bad because he’s supposed to start leave today. He’s planning on going to the States tonight. Apparently, he was pretty upset when he was told he might not be able to go.”

Someone: “Well, I heard that he was going to propose to his girlfriend while he was back.”

[Everyone makes “oh that’s too bad” faces and sad sounds. Except…]

Ship’s PA: “That’s what you call divine intervention!”

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