I stood up and started walking and it hurt really bad to put pressure on it. I told my coach I was fine knowing that it was hurt pretty badly. I was hoping it was just a bruised bone. I went to the doctor to get an x-ray and the news was good! They told me that it was just a bruised bone so I continued to play despite the awful pain that my foot was in.
As I entered the house, I had the exact feeling as those when my brother broke his arm. As I sat down, everyone stared at me as if I had committed a big crime. My father violently stood
That one step challenged me with the idea of never playing again. If I only know then what I know now, I would not have participated in that match. I have been playing soccer ever since I can remember. It was a great passion of mine, and a method for relieving all of the stress. I can still remember the day that it happened vividly.
He picked me up called my mom and I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I was in the car my mom was scared, and we went to the hospital. When I got there I was hoping I didn’t break my arm, my mom was there crying. I was nervous but I felt fine, then the doctor told me that I broke my arm. I had to stop playing for 3 months, I was acting fine but inside I was dying because I couldn’t do anything for three
From his shoulder going into my collar bone, it broke, and I had no idea. So, I blew off the injury like it was nothing and slept with it broke for a couple of weeks. After having enough of the pain, I decided to go to the hospital about it. The result of the collision was a broken collar bone, that according to the doctor could go into my lung and puncture it if I ever played football again. Little did I know that God had a greater plan for me than being a football playing sergeant body
Many pro golfers, don’t break a sweat, they drink, and they smoke while playing golf. Others might not see how you can compete in a professional tournament with a broken leg. Tiger Woods injured his leg. (Fun fact: Tiger tore his MCL a few years back... bending over to pick up a golf ball. True story.)
The pain was like nothing else I had ever experienced. My coach then decided to have me walk over to my mom so that she could take me to a doctor. Once my mom grabbed my stuff, my mom brother and I started walking to the car. While walking to the car, my brother had caught me when I passed out. This was not normal, I went back to the doctor’s office and they didn’t really know what was wrong because I should have been fully healed from my concussion.
When I went to Broken Ground Elementary school and, I walk into the classroom I saw the teacher working with her students. Like one-on-one. There was an extra teacher which think it is great because, if the teacher is busy with something. The other teacher can help the student. When I was observing me nosiest the teacher does not like the students stetting down all the time.
During the first grade I was the tallest and most athletic kid in my class at Hawk point elementary. One day I was outside playing during recess, my favorite class at the time. The only problem was I couldn’t play because my back felt like 90 year old man. I tried running no I couldn’t do that, I tried skipping and then taking off to a sprint but could even do one. Later that day I stood up from my desk and felt to worst pain I could ever imagine it felt like a lightning bolt went straight up my spine.
It took a lot of blood and a few stitches to enjoy watching hockey with my dad. I was never interested in hockey or sports in general for most of my life. That is, until the Spring Break my brother hit me in the eye with a rock using a jumbo baseball bat. To explain, he had thought it was a good idea to hit rocks into our neighbor’s yard. When I realized he was partaking in this activity it was already too late.