Who Wants It More....?
It was me versus their best in a winner-takes-all brawl to the finish. When I moved to the right, he shadowed me to the left. When I threw at his head, he threw at my feet. The pressure was mounting and I enjoyed every single moment of it. Then, I got the ball and decided to give it my all with one direct hit. I threw it at him with all of my might. At this point, I remember everything as if it was in slow motion. BOOM! It hit him hard. He clinched the ball to his chest with both hands. All he had to do is maintain control and we would lose. I could only watch so I stared him down. The ball shifted positions and slid down his side. Further, further, further until he could no longer grasp it. The ball landed on the ground and all I heard was one great big roar. Chants of Ricky, Ricky, Ricky...! There I was, standing tall, proud, and full of excitement. My team had crowned me as one of their leaders as we rejoiced in our victory. I did it! I did it! Mom, Chad, and everybody; I did it! That was one of my happiest and most defining victories in my life. As a fourth grader that was the biggest battle of my life. I had no idea what was to come... I woke up like I did many times before when someone entered my room. With all that was going on and all that was on my mind, I could never really get any good sleep. On the rare occasions that I drifted off, I would always get interrupted. "Good afternoon Ricky!" my physical therapist said. "Huh? Baby I won," I murmured. "Ricky, it's me Carla. Are you ready for therapy?" she asked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I think I was day dreaming or sleep or something. Let me wake up. I'm really sorry," I explained. "No problem. I know it must be rough for you," Carla said. I sat up in bed to gather my thoughts and prepare mentally for a work out. By this point, I could walk without a walker but I still needed to hold on to Carla's arm for support. She had me do leg raises and leg band strengthening exercises. "Oh man. I never realized how weak my leg muscles had gotten," I told her. There was an elastic band affixed to the rear leg on a chair with the other end attached to my corresponding ankle. I couldn't even pull my leg all the way forward to tighten the band. "It's okay. You have been immobile for a good period of time. You will get your strength back," she assured me. I gotta get better because I wanna see my baby and hold her tightly in my arms and tell her how I feel...
It was me versus their best in a winner-takes-all brawl to the finish. When I moved to the right, he shadowed me to the left. When I threw at his head, he threw at my feet. The pressure was mounting and I enjoyed every single moment of it. Then, I got the ball and decided to give it my all with one direct hit. I threw it at him with all of my might. At this point, I remember everything as if it was in slow motion. BOOM! It hit him hard. He clinched the ball to his chest with both hands. All he had to do is maintain control and we would lose. I could only watch so I stared him down. The ball shifted positions and slid down his side. Further, further, further until he could no longer grasp it. The ball landed on the ground and all I heard was one great big roar. Chants of Ricky, Ricky, Ricky...! There I was, standing tall, proud, and full of excitement. My team had crowned me as one of their leaders as we rejoiced in our victory. I did it! I did it! Mom, Chad, and everybody; I did it! That was one of my happiest and most defining victories in my life. As a fourth grader that was the biggest battle of my life. I had no idea what was to come... I woke up like I did many times before when someone entered my room. With all that was going on and all that was on my mind, I could never really get any good sleep. On the rare occasions that I drifted off, I would always get interrupted. "Good afternoon Ricky!" my physical therapist said. "Huh? Baby I won," I murmured. "Ricky, it's me Carla. Are you ready for therapy?" she asked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I think I was day dreaming or sleep or something. Let me wake up. I'm really sorry," I explained. "No problem. I know it must be rough for you," Carla said. I sat up in bed to gather my thoughts and prepare mentally for a work out. By this point, I could walk without a walker but I still needed to hold on to Carla's arm for support. She had me do leg raises and leg band strengthening exercises. "Oh man. I never realized how weak my leg muscles had gotten," I told her. There was an elastic band affixed to the rear leg on a chair with the other end attached to my corresponding ankle. I couldn't even pull my leg all the way forward to tighten the band. "It's okay. You have been immobile for a good period of time. You will get your strength back," she assured me. I gotta get better because I wanna see my baby and hold her tightly in my arms and tell her how I feel...
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