Victor's+Memoir

 __The End of my Career__  As I watch the world series on television, I think back to the days when I played baseball. I wonder if I could be one of those stars one day. If I wasn’t in the accident, would I have had a chance to be in the world series....

“Let’s go,” my step dad yelled.  “Coming,” I screamed back at him. I grabbed my baseball hat and ran for the car. When we got to where my pictures were going to be I saw my coach. He asked if I wanted to go over to his house to hang out with his son (my friend) until it was time for the pictures. I said yeah and I left with him while my step dad stayed and help set up. Justin, his son, and I played video games for a while. Then, we had to go to take our team picture. After the picture, we had practice. I was really tired, but I still went back over to his house to hang out. My mom called and said she was coming to pick me up and take me to all-star practice. I said good-bye and left, not knowing what was going to happen to me, at all-star practice, that would change my life and would end my career. As I stepped onto the field, I was tired, but I felt good. At the beginning of practice I was doing really good. Then, it was my turn to hit. I didn’t swing at the first one, but the second pitch I hit. I got to hit ten more baseballs, then I was done. My coach put me at short stop. I was doing great, until I got distracted. I heard a noise and turned to see what it was. Then, I heard another noise and this time I knew what it was, it was the sound of a baseball getting hit. I quickly turned, but it was too late. Time slowed down as the ball got closer to me. I could see the seams of the baseball, it looked like a knuckle ball. The ball was moving so slow, but I just couldn’t get out of the way, I was frozen. Then, time resumed and I was hit. I landed on the ground with a loud unexpected thud. I could hear all of the coaches yelling and all my teammates and coaches running to my side. I had my hand over my eye, and just like in cartoons, I could feel the bump growing. They told me to keep my eyes open, but I couldn’t. Even though, I couldn’t keep my eyes open, I could still see the guy who hit the ball sitting far away from me and looking sad and thinking it was all his fault. My coaches called the ambulance. I was laying on the field for a long time because the ambulance went to the wrong field. The ambulance had to turn around and when they finally came to the right field, they carried me to the ambulance on a stretcher. While I was in the ambulance one of the medics kept bombarding me with questions. What town are you in, what zip code, etc. I was answering to the best of my ability, but I don’t think I could have answered some of these questions if I was 100% healthy. When he stopped asking me questions the back doors swung open. They put me back on the stretcher and they brought me to my own. After a couple of minutes, my mom showed up. She kept taking pictures and smiling like I was something funny. Doctors kept coming in and out of my room. One of the doctors took me to the cat scan room. I laid down in the cat scan and waited. After a little while the doctor took me back to my room and said we would have to wait for the results. At about 9:30 pm he came back. I was sweating bullets, scared about what the doctor might say. Luckily, he said I was ok, and that I was free to go, but I would have to take it easy for a while. I left with my mom and we went to go get dinner. When I got home my sisters were hovering around me like I was a celebrity. They wouldn’t stop starring at me. Just like the medic, they bombarded me with questions, but luckily my mom told them to leave me alone. When I went to sleep I thought about how my life would be like now…