A Career-Threatening Injury
It was the second to last game of the football season, of my sophomore year. I was running the ball up the field towards my first ever touch down. A guy jumped at me from my blind spot on my side and plowed me over. I landed on my arm the wrong way and it snapped. The crack was so loud that even some people in stands could hear it. The pain was instant and unbearable.
I woke up in the hospital, after they had knocked me out and reset my arm. It still hurt like hell and was throbbing in the cast they put on me.
"Oh, Jason, Your up." I heard my Mom say. I looked over to see her standing next to my bed with moist eyes. "How do you feel?" She asked on the verge of more tears.
"It's fine Mom. It hurts, but it's nothing to cry about." I gave her a smile. "You shut up; I can cry if I want to."
I looked over at my dad standing on the other side of the bed. He stood there smiling and looking almost proud that I had broken my first bone. "Almost made it to THE END
I woke up in the hospital, after they had knocked me out and reset my arm. It still hurt like hell and was throbbing in the cast they put on me.
"Oh, Jason, Your up." I heard my Mom say. I looked over to see her standing next to my bed with moist eyes. "How do you feel?" She asked on the verge of more tears.
"It's fine Mom. It hurts, but it's nothing to cry about." I gave her a smile. "You shut up; I can cry if I want to."
I looked over at my dad standing on the other side of the bed. He stood there smiling and looking almost proud that I had broken my first bone. "Almost made it to THE END
