Perspective 1 (Me): Allergies drove me crazy as I waited my turn for the Star Drill at softball practice. Discreetly wiping under my nose, I shifted my weight as I watched my teammates throw the ball around the bases. The catcher threw the ball to Tess, who was standing about ten feet in front of me. I saw it coming in high compared to Tess' small frame, and got prepared for the ball coming at us. Tess jumped up to get the ball, tipped it off her glove, and next thing I knew I was on the ground. Laying on my stomach in the dirt, I felt something warm and wet dripping down my face. Blood. My first bloody nose. Just perfect. My glasses laid on the ground below my face, bent into a semicircle. That's sure going to make my parents happy! My coach and
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Turning around, I saw Emma lying on the ground, not moving. She slowly pulled her face off of the ground, and that was when I noticed the blood flowing out of her nose. She didn't even make a sound! Emma kept staring at the red dirt below her in shock, not moving, until a few adults came over and helped her stumble towards the dugout. That was going to hurt for a while. If only I had been able to catch that...as seen through my past teammate's eyes.
Perspective 3 (Coach): “Faster! Faster!” I called out to the girls. They need to get quicker. Quick hands, quick feet, quick everything. Be quick, but don't hurry. We are having a good season, but we can do better. I know it. THUD! I looked over towards my daughter, but saw a girl sprawled on the ground behind her. Running over, I noticed it was Emma. Seeing her bloody face and the ball that rolled a few feet away, I figured Tess missed the ball and it hit Emma. My goodness, pay attention! Two parents helped panic-stricken Emma over to the dugout, whose nose had already swelled up like a clementine. Brushing sand over the red dirt, I got practice going again with my command as their
Turning around, I saw Emma lying on the ground, not moving. She slowly pulled her face off of the ground, and that was when I noticed the blood flowing out of her nose. She didn't even make a sound! Emma kept staring at the red dirt below her in shock, not moving, until a few adults came over and helped her stumble towards the dugout. That was going to hurt for a while. If only I had been able to catch that...as seen through my past teammate's eyes.
Perspective 3 (Coach): “Faster! Faster!” I called out to the girls. They need to get quicker. Quick hands, quick feet, quick everything. Be quick, but don't hurry. We are having a good season, but we can do better. I know it. THUD! I looked over towards my daughter, but saw a girl sprawled on the ground behind her. Running over, I noticed it was Emma. Seeing her bloody face and the ball that rolled a few feet away, I figured Tess missed the ball and it hit Emma. My goodness, pay attention! Two parents helped panic-stricken Emma over to the dugout, whose nose had already swelled up like a clementine. Brushing sand over the red dirt, I got practice going again with my command as their