Fourth of July weekend I stubbed my toe. Now, this isn't a very uncommon accomplishment for me. I stub my toe at least once a week walking absently into something. But this stub was different. I'm still not sure if I sprained it, jammed it, or what exactly happened; I just know it hurt. Excruciatingly. At first, I just felt that draining rush of blood from my head to my foot. That should've been my first clue it was more than your average stub. I could walk on it fine initially until I took one wrong step and heard (and felt) a loud pop. From that point on I had to walk on the inside of my foot to alleviate the pressure on my toe (the one right next to the pinky toe). After sitting in evening service at my church, my toe had stiffened and swollen and the pain had settled. It was heavy and incredibly painful to try to lift. I was panicked trying to determine how I was going to walk up the stairs, to the main door, and across the parking lot to my car to make it home. I knew ...