Darcie isn’t afraid of much when it comes to physical activity. Throughout her 25 years of existence, she has experienced some of the most hilarious and odd injuries I have ever known. Beyond that, she has a calm attitude about these injuries that never ceases to amaze me. These many misadventures have earned her the name “Crash McFrisbee.”

My first time experiencing the aftermath of one of these injuries was at a women’s retreat in 2015. As I waited for Darcie to pick me up for the retreat, she texted me that she was getting a Band Aid from campus health because she fell off her longboard. Earlier that day, Darcie had been longboarding with some other women from our college ministry, The Navigators. She was at the top of a hill near the college, close to the stone gazebo. This hill was going to be a steep one. Darcie picked up speed as she zoomed down the hill. She started laughing at one of the other girls. This left her distracted and she fell, bounced on the concrete, and rolled down the trail as the university cross-country team jogged past. This resulted in several large, bloody scrapes on her left hand and arm along with a nearly perfect bloody circle from where a metal rivet on her belt perforated her hip. The less exciting injuries were smaller cuts, scrapes, and bruises on her legs. When Darcie picked me up after saying she was getting a Band Aid, I got into her car to see her entire left arm wrapped in a bandage.

“I thought you were getting a Band Aid.”

“I just asked for a Band Aid and the nurse said I needed all this,” she said, indicating her bandaged arm, “I didn’t have enough time to go get Neosporin, so I went to campus health. The nurse took it really seriously!”

This was hilarious to me. As time passed, Darcie had many more crazy accidents. For instance, she injured her arm whilst attempting to parkour over a parking barrier. Another time, she rolled our friend’s car into a ditch and came out unscathed because a snow drift broke her fall. The worst thing that happened in this instance was she had to be taken back to her dorm in a cop car while wearing a cocktail dress with sweatpants underneath. However, her funniest injury that earned her the name “Crash McFrisbee” was yet to come.

In 2017, Darcie was living in Kansas as a staff member for The Navigators. As a group activity, several people, including Darcie and another staff member, “Arnold,” were playing Frisbee. One of the students threw the Frisbee and Darcie started running, the Frisbee in her sights. She ran and collided with Arnold’s head. He fell and Darcie saw stars. Arnold felt sick, so everyone was concerned he had a concussion. Darcie was fine, except for a mild headache. It turned out that Arnold actually had the flu and was fine a few days later. Darcie’s headaches, however, started getting worse. After a staff meeting where she had trouble staying awake and spent much of the meeting dozing on a stuffed Larry the Cucumber, her boss convinced her to go to the emergency room. It turned out Darcie had gotten a concussion from bashing her head into someone else’s. She told me that she was still needing to sleep a lot and had trouble concentrating. The doctors told her not to drive for awhile. Her dad picked her up and brought her back to Nebraska to recuperate. This turned out to be perfect timing because, sadly, someone Darcie and I knew passed away. The two of us, along with another friend, decided to go to the funeral. I texted our friend, “Can you drive some of the time? I’m not sure I want Crash McFrisbee driving my car right now.”

The name stuck.

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