An Exciting Night For The Basketball Teams

1321 WordsSep 23, 20156 Pages
“Show me your hands. Do they have scars from giving? Show me your feet. Are they wounded in service? Show me your heart. Have you left a place for divine love?” –Bishop Fulton J. Sheen The date was February 17, 2011, exactly six days after my eighteenth birthday. It was an exciting night for the basketball teams of Rosehill Christian School and Bay Area Christian, who were playing against each other in the first round of the TAPPS 3-A playoffs. It was the first time since I was a middle school student that RCS had participated in playoffs. The game was a hard fought game of cat-and-mouse with the score during the first half. It was only a few minutes into the third quarter of the game. We had just scored a basket and I was in…show more content…
It was the only time I’ve yelled in pain during a game. Even when I had busted my eyebrow open to months prior, I hadn’t been phased in the slightest. This was the worst pain I experienced in my life and what made it worse was being unable to sit comfortably as my right leg shot with sharp pain anytime it had the slightest pressure against it. After those agonizing five days, my mother and father finally agreed to allow me to go to our family orthopedic doctor. My mom was the one to take me after my first two periods of class. The trip is pretty hazy due to the throbbing pain and slightly numbing sensation in my right leg. We went in and after telling the doctor what happened, he nodded his head. He said my concerns were founded, but probably nothing to worry about since I was walking for the five days prior. If anything had happened, I wouldn’t have been able to put any weight on my leg, especially without any assistance. “We’ll still take X-Rays, just to see what exactly is going on,” he said as he led me from the examination room to the X-Ray lab. We went through the process before we went back to the examination room. The following twenty minutes seemed like hours, but the doctor eventually returned. The look on his face relayed the message before his mouth could speak the words. He put his hands behind his head and asked us to follow him outside the room to the light wall. He pushed the large film
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