Praying for a Fracture

I attended a co-ed combined junior and senior high school. A reunion was held to mark 20 years since graduation.

The girl I had a crush on in class 2-3 of junior high looked just as I remembered, though a bit fuller, and she was wearing a wedding ring. A group of us who used to be her 'fan club' surrounded her and started asking how she met her husband.

—I was in a traffic accident and hospitalized. There was a man in the next bed who had broken his leg, and that man is my husband now.
Endo, one of the members of the fan club, chimed in.
—Too bad. I wish I had broken a bone and been hospitalized at that time, too.

Endo, of course, said it as a joke, but I found myself wishing for the exact same thing in all seriousness.

Actually, this story is true. It was the first thing that came to mind when I saw this week's prompt, and when I consider a certain coincidence that only some readers will likely understand, I feel something close to a sense of miracle. However, as an author, I find it unfortunate that it makes for a weak punchline for a short-short story.