Broken Wrist But No Broken Career

I started football on Monday, it was every night at 6-8. Monday-Wednesday we did all running drills and no tackling because we didn't have any body-pads, only a helmet. Thursday morning my arms and my legs hurt badly. I was crying a lot, it hurt really bad. I couldn't go up and down the stairs without it hurting me. Then on Thursday we wore pads. On Monday our coaches wanted us focus on driving and pushing each other. Monday the coaches had a little meeting to make football teams. So my group was all alone with no coaches around. We were having fun tackling each other, I tackled the biggest kid on the field. He was pulling on my jersey as he fell. I fixed it. A few seconds later the big kid was pushed from the behind and landed on me. My face mask and my leg side crushed my wrist. It happened so fast; only a few seconds long. I was crying so much when my mom took off my helmet. My dad said that I would be alright, that I probably sprained it. I disagreed. I said that I had probably broken a bone in my arm. I could feel my heart beat all the way to the car. My mom said I would have to get an X-ray. After I got the X-Ray we went into a different room without seeing the results. My doctor wrapped a splint around my arm and gave me a sling. The doctor asked if we had seen the X-Ray yet. We all replied No at the same time. He showed us that there was a missing piece of bone by my wrist. He said that I would get a cast soon and I couldn't put any pressure on my arm until I got a cast. We left the doctor's office and went to show my aunt and my sisters. They were so excited that I got my first broken bone. That day I learned a lesson: You will always get hurt no matter how hard you try not to......in football.