Short Story : ' Riding With Staph ' Essay

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Riding With Staph “Let ‘er buck boys!” and the chute gate swung open and the beast blew outta there like Mr. Sweeney’s temper when he feels he is being ignored. He exploded into a series of spins and belly rolls. My thoughts were stuck on making the eight second ride, as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. In great disappointment, I felt a quick pop and recognized that my hand has blown outta the handle on my rope. One, two, almost three more jumps I ride without anything to hold me on, except for the power in my legs and my knowledge of good positioning. With a hasty move to the right from the bull none of that mattered because abruptly I was underneath the bull. With the name Bill Nye the Science Guy, this bull was bound to do some unconventional things. He stepped on my left leg and then reared up putting every bit of 1,700 pounds of raw animal onto my Tibia and Fibula. Suddenly I was in a world of hurt and I realized that I was going to have a long road ahead of me. Screaming as if I just watched a train run into my family, the bull fighters, instructors, and other riders all knew that I was in some tremendous pain. I was loaded into the back of an unknown vehicle and rushed to the emergency room. I woke up in a daze, with my mother and doctors staring down on me. On October 7th, 2013 I was diagnosed with a B.A.T.S. fracture. Which was later explained to me a Busted All to Shi….. Heck, Busted all to heck. My leg was shattered as if it were the heart…

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