Remi Robertson
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The Story of How I Broke My Face
April 20th, 2018 was just an average day for me. I went to school, ate lunch with my friends and then went with my team to my softball game. What I didn’t know was that on that day, my life would be changed forever. It was our first state game, away, about thirty minutes from our school. The game started off well. We were at bat first and scored a couple runs. Once we had three outs, we switched. We took the field and I warmed up pitching, and once the catcher threw it down, the second half of the inning began. First batter: three strikes and she was out. Second batter: ground ball, and she was thrown out. As the third batter stepped up to the plate, I was determined to strike her out and end the inning—until she hit the ball, at almost 100mph, from about 37 feet away, at my face. At first I didn’t know what happened because it was so quick; until I realized I couldn't open my left eye. My glove fell off and put my hand to my face, only to feel something wet and warm gushing down my face. Blood. Immediately I just screamed. At the top of my lungs, just screamed. Screamed in fear and in pain. I went down on one knee in agony. My coaches and father rushed to me trying to help, but what could they do? The trainer came and I was given ice and an ambulance called. Terrified, I opened my right eye only to see the dirt covered in blood, my pants and socks stained red. I waited almost twenty minutes for the ambulance to arrive, although it felt like forever. While waiting, I interrogated the trainer asking thousands of questions including if I would ever be able to see again. The scariest part was that he didn’t know.
By Remi Robertson6 years ago in Motivation