Have I ever broken a bone? Whose bone? I have directly broken more bones than I can count. I have indirectly been associated with an even larger number.

Other people’s bones? Only once and it was indirect. Parachute ground training using a Parasail. The student did not use proper parachute landing fall form and broke their ankle. It was unfortunate but did happen and Uncle Sam paid for the repairs. The student recovered fully if I remember correctly.

My bones? Though I was not the breaking force, my proximal phalanx of the small phalanges on my right hand was broken when I was about 7 years old by a slamming door. Further my small phalanges on my right foot have been broken repeatedly and in multiple places due to a seeming need on my part to find the legs of chairs with my foot.

Animal bones? I don’t want to even consider the number of bones that have been broken over my lifetime, by others so I could eat, or by me personally, when it was decided that I needed to learn how to ( the first word that came to my mind was execute) butcher chickens when I was 10 years old. Do the bones of the already butchered count? I must also include the few times when I’ve had to put a small animal out of their misery.

So yes, I’ve broken a bone. But in my view it might be more important if someone has repaired a broken bone. That is a very special skill that I wish I had learned.