I was snowboarding down a black diamond called "Chute". I was going too fast and I hit a little bump. I flew forward and just before I landed on my back, I put my hand backwards to break the fall. I landed on it wrong and it broke. It was painful, but since I had never broke a big bone before I assumed it was badly sprained. After about a minute, I stood up and finished the run. I went down about 7 more runs before I couldn't stand the pain anymore. I told my dad that I was going to go inside and take a break, but he told me that we were only going to do a few more runs before we left. I sat at the bottom of the hill waiting for them to finish, when I realized my wrist was so swolen that my glove was being stretched. I quickly took it off and covered my wrist in snow. When my family was done, we headed back to the hotel. That night was the most painful night of my life. The next morning we drove all the way back to Guelph. I rested the rest of the day there. That next morning I went to the doctor and he told me my wrist was broken.
I went to the hospital on New Years day and got my cast on. The biggest problem I could think of was that it was basketball season and it was only 2 months and a few weeks in. I would have to miss around six weeks of basketball. I was so mad at myself for falling and I only looked at the bad side of things. After about a week I started to play basketball in the gym at lunch, but of coarse I would only use right hand. Another big problem was that I'm left handed and the hand I broke was my left hand. Every time I was aloud to go into the gym at lunch I would go in and work on playing with my right hand. I started to think that if I constantly worked on it, when my cast got off I would be as good with my right hand as I am with my left hand. I started to do everything with with my right hand. Brush my teeth, eat, write(sometimes), play sports and more.
About 6 and a half weeks later I got my cast off. It took a week and a half for it not to hurt, but when it was healed I kept on using my right hand less and less until it was back to normal. By the end of it all I was kind of glad I broke my wrist. Now when I'm playing basketball I am a better dribbler then the other kids. So, instead of looking at the bad side of things, I looked at the good side and it really payed off. Next time you injure yourself or can't do something, never look at the dark side of things and act upon the good things. Why do you think it's called the BAD side of things and the GOOD or BRIGHT side of things. If your always on the bad side then you will never take advantages of good opportunities.
Brendan
