A Leg Up

One cool Wednesday evening in November, my son Dovid was playing football in the Ner Israel field with a bunch of his classmates after night seder. While he was running after catching a pass, one of the boys bumped into him. Dovid, who was in 11th grade at the time, felt like he had bruised his left leg — but to his surprise, he realized he couldn’t move it. At all.

Thinking (hoping?) it was nothing, and maybe trying to protect his image, Dovid said he would just sit out the next few plays. The competitor in him still wanted to finish the game, and after five minutes, he went back in to play.

But hours later, Dovid was still in severe pain, so his good friend Boaz Bachrach insisted that Dovid go to the campus doctor, Dr. Yoel Jakobovits. Boaz even took the time to accompany him to the doctor’s house.

That’s when I received a call.

“Dovid got hurt,” said Dr. Jakobovits, who is also a gastroenterologist here in Baltimore. “Make yourself a coffee and come to my house — it’s going to be a long night.”