When I Showed Courage

I was in second grade in ISKL, it was just a usual day, and I took my classes normally, the usual math, reading and writing. I was not in a bad mood but I was just in another day doing the usual and then the best part of the day came, recess.

Recess was the best part of day for any one any day, it was a beautiful time to play in the sand or the basket ball court, back then the basket ball court had sharp rocks as the floor for the court. I was just having fun playing tag (which is a game where you chase each other and if you touch someone they are the tagger) my friend was it and we started chasing each other around we were having a lot of fun playing. Until it was my turn to be chased as I ran away from my friend which was going after me and I ran towards the basket ball course and then it happened, as I ran full speed towards to the basket ball course I fell. I fell to the basket ball course and once I fell I stabbed my knee really deep. I was there on the basket ball course until the nurse and someone else carried me to the nurse’s office I cried as I went there. For me that was real courage to take a sharp rock stabbing my knee and only crying towards the nurse’s office the nurse called my mom I laid down on the little bed they had. My mom came and I went to the hospital “Gleneagles Hospital”

I was sent in my mom’s car to the hospital. We entered the hospital me and my mom went to the emergency room. First I laid there on the bed. I was in the emergency room with my mom. As the doctor gave my mom two choices, I started thinking what they were going to do to me. Then the doctor explained what they were going to do and he told me in a calm voice “We are going to put an injection on you which will make you feel numb”. They were going to inject it to my knee in the exact spot. The doctor injected me and I cried with pain it was really painful but then after a while my knee felt numb. That I would say is also courageous because resisting a shot that is exactly where it hurts, it was really painful I had to concentrate my mind on something else to get that shot, it hurt a lot. Then next they started stitching, my mom kept asking does it hurt and I always replied “No mom it does not hurt” after the whole hospital trip, which we stayed for 8-9 hours which then finally I left for home.

The next day I had to were a special bandage which made me feel less pain. I had to walk straight because of my knee for about 4 weeks, but I was lucky I got to take the elevator, then after a couple of months or so I could return to my normal life in school.

I think I was brave for resisting my pain and my mistake. This was not a pleasant time in my life but I restored my life eventually and I had a hard time in the hospital. But what I would call courage is surviving what you need to do that is what I call courage.

Source: my life