2 the d boy

when I woke up on that bright Sunday morning, I did not know that it was going to be the worst day of my life. It started off as just another Sunday. after grabbing some sweets to eat, I decided to have some fun with my new roller-blades. they were given to me by my uncle on my eleventh birthday. I was not very good at the sports but strangely, everything went smoothly that morning. that was why I disobeyed my parents.

If I had only listened to their advice, I would not be what I am I today. my parents would only allow me to play with my roller-blades on the driveaway of my house and they had told me often enough not to use them on the road. But I was so confident that morning that I forgot their warning and ventured onto the road.

I was enjoying myself for about ten minutes when I saw a car speeding down the road towards me. I wanted to move to the side of the road but somehow I lost balance. I hurt my knee and although I tried to get up I could not. Before I knew what was happening, the car hit me and I was thrown ten meters away. Then i lost consciousness and the next thing I knew was when I found myself in the hospital. My family members were gathered around my bed. they kept on telling me that everything was going to be all right but their anxious faces told me a different story. It took me a while to realize that I could not move my right leg.

I looked down at my leg but it was not there. what I saw was a bandage at the knee and there was nothing else below it. I screamed and shouted for perhaps a minute. It took the doctor and two strong male nurses to hold me down. Then I felt a needle penetrating the skin of my left arm. I knew I was given an injection. Slowly, everything went dark.

When I woke up the next morning the first person that I saw was my mother. She had obviously stayed at my side the whole night and she looked old and worried. She held my hand and told me that I had lost my right leg in the accident. I was too shocked to cry.

For a long time after that I was filled with self-pity. I kept on asking myself why it had to happen to me. when the doctor encouraged me to walk with crutches. I yelled at him. I made everybody including my family very miserable. It was not easy to face life with only one leg.

I am thankful now that my family were there when I needed them the most. Despite my rude behavior, they stood by me and encouraged me to use the crutches. That was more than a year ago. Now, I'm fitted with an artificial leg and am learning how to walk with it. All I want to do now is to tell other young people that sometimes their parents know best. As for me, I will never be able to play roller-blade again. But if you still have two good legs to do so, make sure that you do it at a safe place.