My Broken Arm When I was twelve years old, I went to Sacramento with my dad and my uncle Gumaro. We went to Sacramento because my auntie threw my uncle a surprise birthday party. Only the three of us went because my mom and auntie were too busy working. When we got there, all of our family and family friends welcomed us with handshakes and warm hugs. It was not cold but not hot either. However, it always tends to get very windy at night so we made sure we took cozy big jackets. To eat, there was posole, birria, carne asada and many more. We all ate and talked about what has been going on with our lives. When my uncle came back from his ranch, we all ran inside the house and had to find a hiding spot. When he walked inside the house we all jumped out from our hiding spots and yelled, …show more content…
It was around 12 AM when we got home. My mom was mad at my dad and was worried about me. She told me to go get some rest and as soon as I woke up the next morning we were going to go to Kaiser. The next morning when I woke up, my mom and I went to Kaiser. While the doctor was putting the cast on me, he asked me what color I wanted it to be. I replied with, “pink.” The next day was Monday, so I had to go to school. All of my friends asked me what had happened to me. I told them and they thought I was brave. It was so hard to write with my left hand since I only write with my right. I remember my handwriting was so ugly and sloppy. To shower, it was even harder. My mom had to shower me and I could not get my cast wet even a little. As a result to that, my mom and I had to go to the store and she bought me a waterproof cast protector. My arm took about a month to heal up. When I went to go get the cast removed, I was so happy. I was scared at first because in order for them to remove your cast, they need to cut through it with what looks like an electronic pizza cutter. But, as soon as it was off, I smelled my arm because I was curious as to what it smelled like since I
“You need surgery.” Just a few weeks before a national basketball tournament, these words would change my life forever. Basketball is my true passion that is a part of who I am. Unfortunately, I experienced failure at meeting my athletic aspirations, due to an injury. Although my particular injury was out of my control, I constantly felt ashamed that I could not completely fulfill my athletic goals as I had hoped. I felt I had let everyone down who had been there for me and supported me. This injury has also shaped me and changed my perspective on how I see and appreciate certain things.
I’m actually kind of shocked I could write about recovery because it is a topic with a special meaning to myself. But, I found it easier to write about my own experience with a negative event this time, and I believe it is because I grew as a writer. I saw the value the personal testimony adds to a piece, and thus I could add my own story.
In the past, I’ve made numerous mistakes. They all were very similar, most of them being related to school, sports, friendships, or even as simple as arguing with a parent. Although I had many, and learned quite a few lessons from them, most of these mistakes were not life changing. I would usually just be grounded by a parent, or get half credit on the homework because I didn’t do it correctly. Those mistakes were not as grand, or complex, or painful as my favorite mistake. I hadn’t realized until I reflected on the event, but my favorite mistake was when I broke my collarbone playing flag football in sixth grade.
When I was at school I broke my wrist. My friends and I were playing on the slide and I fell off into the dirt and landed on my wrist. When I heard “crack”, I knew something was wrong and needed to go tell the teacher. Holding my wrist I ran to Mrs.Kathy and told her that something was wrong with my wrist. We ran to the nurse because she thought it was severely damaged based on the way it was dangling. An ice pack was put on my wrist to control the swelling. My dad was given a phone phone call and was told that I had hurt my self on the playground. Rushing from work my dad was to coming get me and on the way he picked up my brother from high school, they later arrived at the elementary school. We hastily went to the emergency room because my wrist was getting sizeably larger. By the time we achieved our destination, my mom was waiting patiently for us.
I can remember this night just like it was yesterday. It was a hot, humid Saturday night, in July, after my fifth grade year. It was two weeks after my birthday, which is June twenty-third. I had just got a new pair of skates. I didn’t think anything about checking the wheels on my skates or how loose they were or even if I could actually skate with them because I didn't have wooden floors at the times so If I skated it would have to be on the road, but that messes up the wheels, so I just waited for the day I came back skating to try them out. I’ve been skating since I was four, so wearing new skates isn’t going to be like a new day with new feet, well at least that’s what I thought. It was gonna be perfect, I was going
“Hike” it was 5th grade recess and we were playing football. It was a beautiful August day, sunny and eighty five with a cool breeze. We were playing in the parking lot of the Oyster River Middle School. There were about twenty kids playing. Nobody had a certain route, we would just try to shake free and lose the defender as they looked for a pass from the quarterback. I was playing receiver. We all lined up at the line of scrimmage with the quarterback in the middle. I ran my post route that was already in my head. I was off and out into my route, sprinting straight and then a quick turn toward the school. Then, before I knew it, I was on the ground and so was someone else three feet away. I had ran into them. When I fell, I had
I felt it pop, and pain engulfed my shoulder like ants cover an anthill that has been stirred with a stick. It made me angry, but it didn't help things to get mad. There was nothing I could do but try to recover in time to start over. Giving up wasn't an option.
I started wrestling in the seventh grade, and continued to wrestle in high school. I found wrestling to be a great sport to help me stay in shape, but also make great friends. Many of my friends in high school I made from the wrestling team. Everyone is very supportive of one another, through the many ups and downs wrestling has to offer. There are many injuries that one can suffer from such a rough sport. Many wrestlers end up getting injured during sometime of their wrestling career. My wrestling injury came when I was just a freshman on the wrestling team at Bishop Guertin. It was a time of much pain and recovery that I had to endure in order to make it back out on the wrestling mats. I was afraid and in a lot of pain when I got injured for the first time.
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
In grade 2 on the weekend I went to my friends house for a sleepover and we started playing with his little brother. We played a few games and nothing went wrong. Then we played a game where we were running away from his brother and he had to catch us. So we ran upstairs and into his room. We covered the door so he couldn’t get in, but eventually we let him in and he couldn’t get my friend so he went for me. When he finally got me he grabbed my legs and I fell and my head hit the corner of his bed and I was bleeding and screaming like crazy. So I ran down the stairs screaming my bloody head off. So hi mom drove me to the hospital and gave me ice: for my head. When we got the the hospital I was so scared I wasn’t even
We spent all the day in Salinas Victoria. We talked with our friends, danced, rode horses, feeding the animals in there, etc. Night arrived, and it was time to go. We told to our friends that we were having problems with our automobile, and they offered to help during the
After that everything happened really fast but I remember that I broke my fall with my arm it ended up breaking my wrist as on impact it made a CRASH and a SNAP sound as I did. Tyler´s dad just happened to be heading back to his car to get something and immediately seen that I had and knew I broke and hurt something. He ran to go see if i was alright and but he had to lift my arm up because i couldn´t move it or else it would hurt. He examined my wrist and tried to make it seem like it wasn´t that bad even though it was bent and looked like a bridge that doesn´t
I am stuck in a world of thoughts, distracted with emotions, as my pen bleeds words of sorrow. Pain and
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
Accidents happen all the time whether we know it or not. Some could possibly be avoided and others may not. I was a young girl, who didn’t truly grasp the concept of life and death. Every time I was upset about something, I would think about ending my own life. However, through one horrifying incident, that silly thought of mine completely vanished. Thanks to that specific mishap, the way I perceived life and death has in turn, changed entirely anew.