Fourteen feet high, looking over a sea of people cheering for their favorite football team, then all of sudden the world starts spinning, my heart beating, pain shooting down my body and people rushing over to help me; before I finish this sentence let me rewind and share what happen to me this day. I was 14 years old, excited, but nervous entering my first year of High School. For the first month or so, things were going great, but then the week of homecoming started to come upon the school and what started as a great week was about to take a turn for the worst. .
As accustomed to most high schools, it was Friday night and the homecoming football game was about to commence. Because I was in a wheelchair I had to sit at the top of the bleachers right in front of the announcer box. At Coldwater High School in Michigan, the bleachers sat on the side of hill with a long grey sidewalk stretching from the ground to the top of hill leading to the top of the bleachers where I sat. As you might of guessed, being up so I high at night, I started to get cold, so I had the bright idea of putting my hands in my jacket and zipping it up, looking like I had no hands. For the first hour or so things were going great, as I was watching and enjoying the game, but then a fellow classmate by the name of Rodney Diffendoll, came around. .
He asked me, "Do you want to get closer?"" Before I could give my answer he pushes my chair. I start to tumble down the stairs, with my heart pounding, the world spinning, the pain shooting up and down my body, and to make it worse I had my seatbelt on causing my wheelchair to tumble with me adding extra pressure as my face was crushed and skidding on the cement. When my great decent was over my head was where my feet was, and my English teacher panicking rushes over and starts to flip my wheelchair up the correct way, with the help of people around me. .
I was wheeled over to the paramedics with my face bleeding and pulsating from the pain.