I’ve had a countless number of good days in my life. However, like everyone else in the world, I also had some not-so-great days. One of those days took place quite recently. It was the twenty-sixth day of April. It was the day when the doctor told me “The good news is that it is minor. The bad news is that your left forearm is broken.”
I was broken not only physically, but mentally as well. What that broken arm brought in front of my life was enormous. First, it meant that I won’t be able to play baseball for at least two months. Second, it was impossible for me to play the violin, forcing me to miss the Honors Concert that I worked immensely for.
All of these sound very negative; in fact, they were all quite depressing. However, like the black and white circle, everything, even life, has a dark side and a bright side. …show more content…
I couldn’t take out the trash by myself. I couldn’t tie my shoelace by myself. I couldn’t even open my own pencil case because it had zippers on it. I had to ask my mom and my friends constantly to help me do the “I couldn’t”s. And that showed me something. It showed me something that I thought I had seen before, but never truly did. They were the definitions of love and friends. Despite the troubles that my mom already had, she always assisted me do the “I couldn’t”s. Despite the fact that my “I couldn’t”s were tiresome, my friends didn’t mind helping me, or at least they didn’t show that they minded. I never felt that grateful for the people around me until that