The Time I Almost Broke My Wrist
The gleaming lights lit up the dirty field. I was so excited because we were playing for the championship. I looked at my mother and remembered what she had told me. My tingling foot stepped into the cold lonely batter’s box. As I stepped inside, I felt my nerves quake inside of me as if I was about to explode. I could smell the sweat of the tired catcher seep into my nose with the smell of the popcorn from the stands. I could still taste the coolness of my Cool Blue Gatorade against my throat.
My coaches and I wanted me to hit so badly, but I had fouled them off all day. I looked at the intense pitcher’s eyes as she started her windup. My body loaded and waited patiently for the hurling ball. Then, everyone in the stands heard the massive “Boom” of me fouling off a line drive. I had another strike that I missed completely and two balls one high and one low.
With my low confidence, I wanted to look back at my mom behind me in the stands. She looked at me and shook her head up and down, believing in me more than I did. Then, I looked at my tired third baseman coach as he showed me what I needed to do. My ears filled up with the sound of my teammates cheering for me as I stepped into highlighted batter’s box. The stadium lights shined on me and I knew it was time for me to hit the biggest hit of the day. I looked at the pitcher with my intense eyes because I knew I was going to hit it. My brain told my body to turn to the pitcher, looking as confident as I could and then she started her powerful windup. My breathing started to quicken, my brain telling me, “This can be your big hit, it could be ball three, and it could be my one hundredth strike out.” She released the ball. I couldn’t tell if the ball was inside or not, but I figured that out quickly. My bat and body swung full force.
With a flash, we could all hear the sound of my of my bone crack as I followed through on the ball. For a split second, I paused in shock wondering, “ What was that sound?” Then there was that feeling of today is no your day, I looked down at my wrist it was white. My first base coach yelled at me to run because they counted it as a bunt. I ran but I was holding my wrist the entire time and that slowed me down. After I ran threw first I collapsed on my knees crying my eyes out.
My mother and my friend’s mother (Kelly) came running to me. They both are nurses so I felt like I was in good hands. We all thought I broke my wrist and was done for the season. My mother said reasurly “ Go pack up your bat bag and we are going to the nearest ER.” Savannah, Parker, and Rylee my three best friends rushed over to me and asked me “ Are you okay?” in that sympathy voice. “Of course I will be okay.” I said with tears still rolling down my face. All my friends started helping me pack my bat bag up. We rushed to the car and drove to the nearest ER in the area. We got to the ER and my mom called my dad to tell him about my wrist. He said “ I’m on my way there.” My mom and I thought he was going to drive there but, he flew the helicopter with everyone that was on his shift. I went back and I got asked a lot of questions about my self.
Finally, we got taken back to get an x-ray. I was so nervous to see what they were going to say. We waited for a good thirty minutes and we got the results. They said it was just bad tissue damage. I got a splint and went home. My team placed second in their bracket. Still to this day my bone looks different than it was before.