It was a Monday morning, like any other weekday and I was on the way to school. I had to wait for my van. As I walked down the street from my house I noticed that the road was very crowded. Buses, cars, taxis, bikers and pedestrians created a rush that would easily unnerve anyone. I kept my cool as I walked down the footpath towards the place where my van picked me up. My thoughts were however away, as I was preoccupied with the soccer tournament that was just today after school. Suddenly, like air, a biker who was just passing beside me, tugged at my bag, which was dangling from my shoulder.
I spun around and was pulled from the force of the moving bike. I felt a harsh pull. Within a moment I was spread out on the footpath. I felt numb and everything around me started blurring. I heard people shouting, but I was too stunned to talk and too shocked to even get up. I did not remember anything after that. When regained consciousness. I was in the hospital and my left arm was bandaged. Yet I felt no pain. I was just too weak to even move.
'What happened' I kept asking myself. How could this have happened to me? My parents, were there and their formidable faces told me that something was wrong. The doctor finally broke the sad news to me. I was in a coma for 7 months and would not be able to move my left arm again. I was shocked and did not know what to say, there was a lump in my throat. The tears that rolled down from my eyes slowly wet my T-Shirt.
I am now stronger and a wheelchair stuntman. I have learnt the wheelchair 360 degree backflip and still set out to master the summer salt. It is one incident that has changed my life and I will never be able to forget.