Scars
During the summer of seventh grade I broke my hand. I was at the high school's soccer camp and we were playing a game called hunters and rabbits. One team was the hunters, and the other were the rabbits. I was a rabbit. The hunters would shoot balls at the rabbits as they ran across the field. When a rabbit got hit they would join the hunters. I had made it through the first few rounds, but now there were even more hunters, and I was losing confidence in myself. Sure enough as I ran across the field my hand was pinned between a ball and the post. At first it didn’t hurt so bad, but as the day progressed I whined about it more and more. Eventually my mom had enough and she took me to the emergency room where they told me I had a broken …show more content…
3 or 4 months after breaking My hand I cut my knee open and I had to have it stitched shut. Unfortunately the wound became infected, and I had to have surgery to remove the infection. Near the end of my seventh grade year I flipped over the handlebars of my bike and cracked my head open. This was my first ambulance ride, and I was overjoyed when the doctor told me that I wouldn’t need stitches. My head was superglued shut and I was home in no time.
So why am I telling you all of this? Well, All of these seemingly insignificant injuries helped make me the person that I am today. They taught me lessons I wouldn't have learned otherwise. They taught me to toughen up, have a better attitude, and even to feel more comfortable in my own skin.
When I was hospitalized for an infection that plagued my knee I moped around the hospital like I was dying. My bad attitude was contagious, and I made everyone around me feel as terrible as I did. My mom spent a lot of time in my room, and she made it clear that I couldn’t continue going on like this. She said my behavior wasn’t helping anyone. There were people in that very hospital with problems much worse than mine. I couldn’t just wallow in my sadness, I needed to be more positive. Now whenever I start feeling sorry for myself I remember how lucky I
During the summer of seventh grade I broke my hand. I was at the high school's soccer camp and we were playing a game called hunters and rabbits. One team was the hunters, and the other were the rabbits. I was a rabbit. The hunters would shoot balls at the rabbits as they ran across the field. When a rabbit got hit they would join the hunters. I had made it through the first few rounds, but now there were even more hunters, and I was losing confidence in myself. Sure enough as I ran across the field my hand was pinned between a ball and the post. At first it didn’t hurt so bad, but as the day progressed I whined about it more and more. Eventually my mom had enough and she took me to the emergency room where they told me I had a broken …show more content…
3 or 4 months after breaking My hand I cut my knee open and I had to have it stitched shut. Unfortunately the wound became infected, and I had to have surgery to remove the infection. Near the end of my seventh grade year I flipped over the handlebars of my bike and cracked my head open. This was my first ambulance ride, and I was overjoyed when the doctor told me that I wouldn’t need stitches. My head was superglued shut and I was home in no time.
So why am I telling you all of this? Well, All of these seemingly insignificant injuries helped make me the person that I am today. They taught me lessons I wouldn't have learned otherwise. They taught me to toughen up, have a better attitude, and even to feel more comfortable in my own skin.
When I was hospitalized for an infection that plagued my knee I moped around the hospital like I was dying. My bad attitude was contagious, and I made everyone around me feel as terrible as I did. My mom spent a lot of time in my room, and she made it clear that I couldn’t continue going on like this. She said my behavior wasn’t helping anyone. There were people in that very hospital with problems much worse than mine. I couldn’t just wallow in my sadness, I needed to be more positive. Now whenever I start feeling sorry for myself I remember how lucky I