It was just a Saturday soccer match. My opponent was racing at me fast, and we hit, hard. Then, everything happened so fast. It was like I blinked, and my dad had me at the emergency room, and I blinked again, and a doctor was there, already helping me. He said he had come from his own child’s soccer game. Soon I had my cast on – I picked black, because it’s a serious color and I was serious about getting better fast. My dad told me this kind of fracture once ended athletic careers, but no longer. That made me feel better. I was glad medicine had changed and I would heal. I wanted to get back to my team. I knew it would happen soon, because my doctor and his team were behind me, 100%.