Faded Scars Essay

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

In 2014 it was a hot friday summer night, I was at my friends house about to go to see some type of scary movie at Spartan 16. But, then I felt this shooting pain to the right side of my abdomen. At first I did not think anything of the pain. I let the pain drag on for a little while at the movies, but then it felt like someone was stabbing me on the right side of my abdomen and I could not take the pain anymore. I called my dad crying so hard that he could tell something was seriously wrong. He knows I am normally a person to have very high pain tolerance. My dad rushed from whatever he was doing to come pick up from spartan 16. He finally got to me and rushed me to the Pelham Hospital ER.

Text to Self: Furthermore, it also reminds me of when I feel off the bike when I was little and got a long scar on my leg. Text to World: This is relatable to the world because many people in the world have been injuries in some way at some point in their lives.

One lovely afternoon I was at my indoor soccer game. I was in an indoor league with some of my friends and we were tearing every team we played. That day we were going to play against an academy team, which have very good players.I had arrived about two minutes before the game. I was pretty late because I had gone to go eat before with my brother. So because of that I didn’t start and I wasn’t warmed up either. Nathan, my coach was like “Hey man did you go sew your clothes?,” in a jokingly was because I was late. The game had begun now and it was already intense. It was back to back If I do say so. The first half was an exciting one as it was all tied up two to two. I had played about half of the half. Now came the second half, and later on I went on the pitch. Some kid and I jumped up into the air to win the ball. We both did, and when I fell down, I guess I landed on my hand the wrong way. I felt a sudden pain on my hand. My wrist was all jacked up. It was horrendous as I looked down at my hair in shock as It looked like the top of mountains.I couldn’t feel my hand, It hurt quite a lot when i attempted to move it. My teammates, the opponents, my coach, the referee, and my brother all gathered around me to see what had happened. I wasn’t crying or anything but I sure wanted to. Actually I really did haha. My brother questioned “ oh dang man, you good?,” and well I just looked at him in pain, I didn’t know what to say. When the ambulance arrived at the

We were in the streets of the neighborhood, Ann Elizabeth to be exact. We had just began to play a game of baseball with my brothers new metal bat. Mom had already left for work and my dad was getting ready to leave as well. He was running sort of late. My brother and I were about to start the game, we check around us to make sure no one was near us to play a safe game. We saw our little sister and brother at the front doors neighbor's house playing with their daughter last time we checked. As my brother threw the baseball, I was getting ready to swing then bam! Before I knew it the bat had already crashed into my little brother's head. Let me remind you that this was a metal bat. A metal bat had ran cross my little brother's head. I was so terrified. My little brother was only 4 at that time. I did not know what to do. I held him in my arms. He was still conscious. I was holding my hand over his open wound. He bled a lot. My other brother had ran to let my dad know. My dad came rushing outside,

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

It was a Saturday afternoon and my sister and I were bored so we decided to race down the driveway. She was on her moped and I was on my ripstik. We started counting down three,two,one, at two Mackenzie cheated and started going down. I intended to jump into the grass, I landed in the middle of the driveway. While I was in the air I came down and landed on my side. My sister came to see what happened, she saw a puddle of blood where my elbow was, she said that it was like a person had dumped a bucket of red kool aid all over the pavement! My toes looked like my little sister creamed a bunch of red lipstick all over them. Also my waist looked like someone took a knife and cut all of the skin off. After this all happened my sister ran

When I was in eighth grade I sprained my right ankle over spring break.I was at my grandma’s celebrating Easter and was playing with my cousins. I ran to grab a ball that had been kicked out of the area we were playing in and as I was running, my foot got caught in a hole and I tripped and fell. I tried to get up, but as soon as I put weight on my ankle, I fell back down. My cousin,Payton, and my younger sister, Tosha, had to help me get on our fourwheeler and drive me back to my grandma’s. They helped me get into the house and onto the couch. Then my dad and my grandma had me put ice packs on my ankle and had me try to stand on

When we got to our room we noticed the people we were with got two adjoining rooms for everyone to sleep comfortably. One of the rooms had a hot tub in the corner. My brother, two friends of ours, and I were jumping on one of the beds having fun for a few minutes, but then out of no-were my brother lost his balance and fell off the bed, hitting his head on the corner of the hot tub. We thought he was alright to begin with. He said he felt fine, but we soon realized that he needed stitches. I ran to the other room to get the parents of the friends we were with when I got there they asked me, “What’s wrong? Why are you running in here looking scared?” I told them through tears, “Blayne fell off the bed by accident and hit his head on the hot tub, I don’t think he is ok I think we need to take him to the hospital.” I was really scared and didn’t know if my brother was going to be ok or

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

As I speak I pretend to pass out. But then something hit me. I was really in pain on my back. As if someone had stabbed me. I screamed in pain as mom turns me over seeing the wounds that were bestowed upon me. Father rushes to call the doctor and as I see Macy comes running in like dog to come help. As Macy cleans my wounds and slow asked what happened after my father had left the room.

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing

It all started the day when my dad bought me a knife for my birthday. Well I ended up in the ER, here’s how. So we were on the way back to my mom’s house and all my siblings were playing tag, but I didn’t really want to play because I wanted to use my new knife. Then I got dragged into playing we were outside for a good two hours, but when we finally finished my step dad let me go to the back yard and cut a stick. So I was having fun for a good 5 minutes, but all of the sudden the knife slid back and cut open my hand, I knew immediately I was going to the doctor because you could see the bone and fat hanging out of my finger. So I called my mom and told her I cut my finger all she said was

As I abruptly woke up, my attention was drawn directly towards my knees. Scars were freshly engraved on the surface of my skin and it remained as a permanent reminder of my suffering. Dressing and bandages covered my incisions. When I attempted to move my legs, I felt the pain and tensity of my muscles. The same pain that would later devour my self-esteem and motivation. Nurses were beside my recovery bed monitoring my

In kindergarten I decided that I was going to run to the playground to start a game that would be the highlight of the day. I ran up the stairs and onto the bridge but, suddenly my legs had decided to give out on me and I landed with my hands on the bridge with my thumb stuck in one of the small holes on the bridge. I didn’t think my finger was stuck so as a normal child would do I stood up really fast and accidently ripped my thumb out of the bridge. It immediately snapped and my thumb started to swell and turn a variety of deep blues, purples, and blacks. This turned into a horrible mother and daughter 4-hour trip to the ER waiting in pain, trying to seek out what had