Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Dog Attack

Dog Attack
Five years ago on a sunny, summer day, I was attacked by my best friend’s dog. That moment taught me that the unexpected can always happen. That one moment has taught me to be more aware of my surroundings. I am a lot more careful about looking at what’s around me. I’m not paranoid; I’m just cautious now.
My friend, Sean, and I were going over to his house. He came over to my house asking if I wanted to play baseball with him. We started walking down the street to his house. He spun his baseball bat like someone would spin one end of a jump rope. I was excited to get out and play since it was the last week of summer. It was really hot out, the hair under my hat drenched in sweat. He looks over at me,
 “Happy much?” he asked.
 “You and I both know I always am.” He chuckled and we continued walking.
As soon as we got over to his house, he told me to wait outside.
 “I need to grab something quick,” he said. I stood next to the door waiting for him. The next thing I knew, his dog, Gunner, jumped from around the corner and bit my leg. I fell to the ground. Gunner leaped and went for my face. I used my one good leg to kick his face away. It’s a good thing I did, or I might not even be here today. He went for my other leg instead, and just before Gunner was going to strike again, Sean ran out and tackled the dog.
“Mom, get out here NOW!” Sean yelled. His mom came rushing out from the house picked me up, put me in her car, and drove us over to my house. Sean jumped in quick after stopping Gunner. I looked down and saw the dog had taken a huge chunk of skin out of my leg. I saw a muscle in my leg pumping and about passed out. We got to the hospital and I was rushed into the emergency room right away. I looked down and saw blood dripping down my leg. I screamed in agony as the doctors started stitching my legs up. They gave me a pillow to hold if I needed to squeeze it. After the stitches were put in, some police officers walked into the room and asked me some questions. After their questions, I got my blood pressure taken.
 “It’s a little high,” the doctor told my mom. “but that’s normal considering what just happened.” My dad called and asked if I was ok and told me that he was coming into town to see me. I used a wheelchair to get to our car. The doctors told me before I closed the door,
“You won’t be able to walk for a while, but you should be able to get around with crutches in a couple of days. Until then, just lay down, watch TV. Your mother will have to help you since you won’t be able to stand up and walk to get things.” My mom nodded in agreement, and we left.
We pulled up to the school a few days later. I opened the door and stuck my crutches out.
“Be careful!” My mom called.
 “Don’t get more hurt more than you already are!”
 “Ok I’ll try!” I waved back with a smile. I made my way into the school and right away people were asking questions.
 “Dude, what happened?”
“Are you ok?”
 “What are the crutches for?”
 There is one reason I didn’t like having crutches, and that is the fact that I was the center of attention at school for a couple weeks. I don’t mind the people asking me questions, but when EVERYONE at the school is talking about it, it makes me uneasy. There were a couple of times I about fell because of the slippery floors, but Sean and Lance were there to catch me if I was about to fall. I had my crutches for about one month and I still never got used to them.

This whole experience was really, really crazy. I learned a lot from this part of my life, but the one thing that I will never forget that I learned from this experience is that the unexpected can happen.

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