In 2012, only a year after I got healed up from my arm injury, I had another break in the same arm, only this time much worse. At our last visit to the doctor for the first break he said that I had the worst arm break of the year at St. Johns hospital in Springfield. In September on labor day weekend of 2012 we were at the annual Mule and Donkey Days at the fairgrounds in Ozark. They had some timed events, of which one was called the rescue race. The rider started at one end of the arena and ran down to a barrel that another person was standing on, and as they turned the barrel, the person jumped on behind the rider and you ran beck to the other end of the arena. When I jumped onto the mule and we started to run back, I lost hold of the saddle and fell backwards off the mule. When I did, I landed on my arm behind my back and broke the ulna just below the elbow. We hurried to the hospital, (this time I wasn't in shock), and immediately went into the emergency room. The doctor who was there looked at my arm and said to just put a cast on it, of which we strongly disagreed. My dad asked and asked to do some x-rays the right way and see what it needed, but they drug their feet the whole way. Weeks later the doctor told us that the arm was healed and was “just a funny looking fracture” when we saw the x-ray each time. We went to go get a second opinion from the doctor who did such a great job on my first injury, and he did some x-rays and a CT scan. He told us that the bone was still broken, had not healed at all, was pushing the radial bone out of socket, and had grew an extra bone on top of the radial head because the bone was never aligned to heal. He referred us to an orthopedic specialist, and that is were the big story begins.