There have always been these 1st time moments that made me who I am today. Not only have they done that, but they've also taught me patience. Like after I had broken my arm and got a concussion in the same week, I finally recovered 6 months later and won finals in the 50-yard butterfly and 50-yard backstroke.
The first time I broke my arm was when I fell off of my ripstik. I must have hit a rock or something. My Dad rushed me to the hospital. A few hours later the doctor came into the room, pulled back the curtain and said, "Let's go get some X-rays.'' This was the moment I dreaded. I couldn't straighten my arm and it already hurt enough just holding it bent. I had help getting out of the bed. The X-rays where not painful until they said, "Straighten your arm." I could feel the pain before I even did it. I don't really remember what it like walking back to the room. Probably because of the pain. I had to wait in the room for what seemed like hours, and it was all in pain. Finally the doctor came and said, " Your arm is broken'' That’s what I was expecting. I had to wait very long time, HOURS, to be told something I somehow already knew.
The second time that made me patient was when I had gotten a concussion and couldn't open my eyes for a long time, after I had woken up from being unconscious. I don't remember who tripped me, but I fell, and couldn't catch myself before my head hit the ground. That’s because my arm was still broken AND I had a cast. I only remember falling, pain, and someone speaking to me. The patience came in when I couldn't open my eyes and see who was around me. Even when I could open my eyes, my vision was blurred.
The third time that I learned patience and it paid off was because breaking my arm cause major issues with my swimming. I couldn't go to practice for the first week of getting my cast because of the pain. When I finally could go, I only could kick with a kickboard and had to leave early because my head would get big headaches in the middle of practice. When I had partially recovered after 6 long dreadful months, I had won finals in the 50 bk and 50 fly
All of these first times helped me learn patience. These first times were when I broke my arm, when I got a concussion, and when I won finals in the 50 bk and 50 fly. They helped me because I had to wait for sixth months for my arm to heal enough to swim well.
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