It is the end of my junior year of high school, and I am so excited for my senior season of football to arrive. Once football season ended, all the way through the summer, I put all I had onto the field and in the weight room. I knew this next year was my year to prove to college scouts what I could do. Every day after practice I would go over to my girlfriend’s house to spend time with her. On April 18th, my life changed, I was blessed with a beautiful, brown-eyed, curly hair, and chunky baby girl. We named her Myricall Grace Hughes, but I like to call her by her nickname Fatty. After every visit with my girlfriend and our beautiful daughter, as I left her house she would say, “Put your seatbelt on.” She always had to remind me, because
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Ring, Ring, Ring, the bell rings for school to end, as I was walking to the field house, I am asking every one of my teammates, “does it look like it 's going to rain to you?” praying that it pours down like Katrina, so that practice would get cancelled. I get into the locker room, put on my little white pants, huge shoulders pads, and a pair of football cleats that were so tight that my blisters were hurting. I then step on the field to line up for the team stretch. Whistle blows. “Go!” Coach Sears yells, as we run from the goal line to the 40 yard line. Just as we take off from the line, a loud thunder growls and a sprinkle of rain hits my arm. I started to smile as hard as I did when Myricall was born, as Coach Sears yelled to the team, “everyone go home.” I left with an urgency to go see my Fatty.
After seeing Myricall, my girlfriend walked me to my green Chevrolet Silverado, so I could go home to get ready for work. I drove twenty long minutes to get home, just to have to turn around and go to work. Before I could leave the parking lot of the apartments my girlfriend lived in, she was screaming at the top of her lungs. “WEAR YOUR SEAT BELT!” I thought to myself, “I guess I can wear my seatbelt for once.” Little did I know what was about to …show more content…
My mom and girlfriend felt helpless sitting in a chair, listening to me sob for 5 hours straight every night. Sometimes they would cry with me. The hospital did not have any medicine that would help the pain, except for Hydrocodone. That barely helped at all, so I was constantly asking for more and was always in pain. Laying in that hospital bed made me feel useless; Like I was a poor person you see on the streets, begging for a piece of change. I would think to myself, I won 't be able to hold my baby girl anymore, that was a devastating thought because my baby girl was everything to me. During the time I was in the hospital, Myricall stayed with my aunt in Arlington. I only got to see her once a week for the three weeks I was hospitalized. But when I did see my little ball of sunshine, it was like seeing her for the first time. She would just smile and take all the pain away. I was not able to hold her but her touch would make me feel like I could do anything. The crazy thing is that before all this happened I always wanted to be that one person to get hurt really bad and be able to get back up and make a comeback on life. For it to happen the way it did, opened my eyes to so many
Ring, Ring, Ring, the bell rings for school to end, as I was walking to the field house, I am asking every one of my teammates, “does it look like it 's going to rain to you?” praying that it pours down like Katrina, so that practice would get cancelled. I get into the locker room, put on my little white pants, huge shoulders pads, and a pair of football cleats that were so tight that my blisters were hurting. I then step on the field to line up for the team stretch. Whistle blows. “Go!” Coach Sears yells, as we run from the goal line to the 40 yard line. Just as we take off from the line, a loud thunder growls and a sprinkle of rain hits my arm. I started to smile as hard as I did when Myricall was born, as Coach Sears yelled to the team, “everyone go home.” I left with an urgency to go see my Fatty.
After seeing Myricall, my girlfriend walked me to my green Chevrolet Silverado, so I could go home to get ready for work. I drove twenty long minutes to get home, just to have to turn around and go to work. Before I could leave the parking lot of the apartments my girlfriend lived in, she was screaming at the top of her lungs. “WEAR YOUR SEAT BELT!” I thought to myself, “I guess I can wear my seatbelt for once.” Little did I know what was about to …show more content…
My mom and girlfriend felt helpless sitting in a chair, listening to me sob for 5 hours straight every night. Sometimes they would cry with me. The hospital did not have any medicine that would help the pain, except for Hydrocodone. That barely helped at all, so I was constantly asking for more and was always in pain. Laying in that hospital bed made me feel useless; Like I was a poor person you see on the streets, begging for a piece of change. I would think to myself, I won 't be able to hold my baby girl anymore, that was a devastating thought because my baby girl was everything to me. During the time I was in the hospital, Myricall stayed with my aunt in Arlington. I only got to see her once a week for the three weeks I was hospitalized. But when I did see my little ball of sunshine, it was like seeing her for the first time. She would just smile and take all the pain away. I was not able to hold her but her touch would make me feel like I could do anything. The crazy thing is that before all this happened I always wanted to be that one person to get hurt really bad and be able to get back up and make a comeback on life. For it to happen the way it did, opened my eyes to so many