Personal Narrative: Thump
For every 10,000 children there are just 10.2 discharges with diagnose of a fracture, so why me? Rain softly feel on my helmet ‘Tip tap tip tap’. There I was getting a quietly getting lead off of first base, giving the lefty on the mound a dead stare and trying to read his body language.
I could hear the small crunch of cleats behind me swiftly darting across the dirt. Everything went into slow motion like all life changing things do. I rotated my body and dove at the back corner of the bag. I slowly glided across the dirt and the corner of my eye caught the pitcher releasing the ball. I almost hit the bag when ‘Thump’ I felt something smash my right wrist. I could literally fell my arm swelling already. I slowly managed to get up shaking
as every joint moved. I felt anther striking pain in my wrist. I glanced down at my wrist it was pretty ugly. My wrist looked like a six year face would look like if in tried to fight an adult would.
I stared my coach in the eyes slowly watching his eyes get bigger. We hoped in the car and sped to the hospital. Next I was slurping on green Gatorade in a hospital bed and hitting my cherry red cast on the hospital bed seeing how hard it really was. ‘Bridger stop that.’ My mom exclaimed. I can still remember the creek of the door and the close of the door as that door closed my future of baseball this season. That was just before I heard the life changing words “There is a break on his wrist.”
All my hard work flushed down the drain, all seasons’ preparation, gone. All my sweat I poured, time I gave and effort gone. So I learned sometimes the hardest parts of your day u want to miss when it’s gone u finally miss it.
I could hear the small crunch of cleats behind me swiftly darting across the dirt. Everything went into slow motion like all life changing things do. I rotated my body and dove at the back corner of the bag. I slowly glided across the dirt and the corner of my eye caught the pitcher releasing the ball. I almost hit the bag when ‘Thump’ I felt something smash my right wrist. I could literally fell my arm swelling already. I slowly managed to get up shaking
as every joint moved. I felt anther striking pain in my wrist. I glanced down at my wrist it was pretty ugly. My wrist looked like a six year face would look like if in tried to fight an adult would.
I stared my coach in the eyes slowly watching his eyes get bigger. We hoped in the car and sped to the hospital. Next I was slurping on green Gatorade in a hospital bed and hitting my cherry red cast on the hospital bed seeing how hard it really was. ‘Bridger stop that.’ My mom exclaimed. I can still remember the creek of the door and the close of the door as that door closed my future of baseball this season. That was just before I heard the life changing words “There is a break on his wrist.”
All my hard work flushed down the drain, all seasons’ preparation, gone. All my sweat I poured, time I gave and effort gone. So I learned sometimes the hardest parts of your day u want to miss when it’s gone u finally miss it.