Shin Prev Article Next Article Facebook Prev Article Next Article Related Posts Swim Sunday Spear Sandpaper Strangle Stream One Response mary ayers May 19, 2013 I am walking with a small group of people along a ledge, a path with steep hills on both sides. It is dark and suddenly some type of animal, I presume, comes running at us. It has real force, and all I can see is its eyes coming at us. It is coming at us with considerable speed and knocks us all off our feet. We all go tumbling down the hill and when we get up the guys house we are headed for points to my shin. A bone that is clean cut at the tip is sticking out of my skin. There is no blood or pain. The man puts his finger on the tip of it and says, “I can heal this for you.” Reply Add Comment Cancel reply Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.