I sat down and watched the doctor poke the needle into my best friends arm. She was crying so hard and I couldn't even think straight. I just wanted her to be happy and make everything better again.
It was a gorgeous day and I woke up thinking, “We have a softball game today!” It was going to be a really good day. I got to school and was happy the whole day. I had this different kind of cheerfulness about me and I loved it. It was after school now and it was time to go to Dawson-Boyd for the softball game. I was all dressed so I left all of my bags on the bus. I never realized that I wouldn't be riding the bus home that night.
The game that night was a double header and it started out pretty rough. We lost by quite a few in the first game but then we had to play another game. It was the top of the 8th and Abby was up to bat. She got this amazing hit! She sprinted around first, past second, and was on her way to third. As she was running to third everyone was yelling, “Slide!” The play was going to be very close. She slid into third and didn't get up. All of us were really scared because she was just laying there on the base crying.
Mary and Kari went out to the base and brought her back to the bench. But she would not stop crying. Something was really wrong and we all knew it. We went out to start the next inning even though Abby was sitting there crying on the bench. Since Abby’s parents weren't there that night. Scott and Lexi Wubben decided that she needed to go to the hospital.
The next thing I remember is Miss Groen calling my name because Abby wanted me. I ran over to the van and Lexi told me that Abby really wanted me to go along with them. We were then on our way to the Monte Hospital going 95 MPH down the highway. I remember Abby screaming every time we hit a little bump in the road. I really wanted to cry but I couldn't because Cayden was sitting on my lap and Tyler was sitting right next to me. I didn't want them to be any more scared. So I held it in.
We finally got to the hospital and they laid Abby on a stretcher and took her into a little room. She was still crying and the doctor said that we had to calm her down. Since Pastor Steve was in a meeting and Angie was in Vancouver, we had to calm her down. They finally decided that she needed an IV. They stuck it in her arm but then had to take it out again because the drugs that were in it weren't strong enough. Then they put another one into her arm that had much stronger drugs in it.
Finally Pastor Steve got done with his meeting and met us at the hospital. They let him talk to Abby for a while and then she had to go get x-rays to see what was wrong with her leg. We just sat and waited in the waiting room until she was done. It was the longest wait of my life but I had Cayden to distract me because he was running all over the place. She finally came out and the doctor called us in to tell us what was wrong. We found out that she had pulled her quad muscle really far and it would be a few weeks before it felt better. She also had to use crutches for a while.
We finally got to go home and I stayed with her for a few hours until she was feeling better. I got home around 11 and immediately went to bed. It had been a really long day. As I was laying in my bed I began to think about if one of my friends would ever do that for me. I would do that again for her in a heart beat. I then got the thinking that I have such amazing friends. I know they will always be there when I need them and will do anything for me. Even though that was like the scariest night of my life, I realized that I have amazing friends.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Grandma Groen
Do you have one of those grandmas that is always there for you and you could talk to them for hours on end? Is she a great influence in your life and points you towards God? Well that is exactly who my grandma is.
Right from the beginning my grandma was a strong Christian and was raised in a large family. My grandma was the first of nine kids. Her parents, my great-grandparents were really strict with their kids but they weren't around a lot because they had to support all of their 9 kids. So that lead to my grandma being the “mom” figure in the house. She always cooked and took care of her 8 little brothers and sisters. They were all raised to go to church every Sunday. Their parents made them go to church even if they were really sick. The only time they could stay home was if they threw up.
One day, when my grandma was a little bit older, her brother Charles fell into a tank that was holding water for their livestock and he drown. This was so hard on my grandma and the rest of her family. She still talks about it today and she gets tears in her eyes. They were really close and it just really hit my grandma hard. But she had to keep her head up high for all of her little brothers and sisters.
When she was 18, she moved out of the house and got married to my grandpa Alvin. They lived in a tiny house and then they began to have kids. They had my aunt Kim, then my uncle Craig, then my dad, and two more girls after that. My grandparents were pretty strict with their kids too but not as bad as my great-grandparents.
Although my grandpa had some heart problems and he had to go to dialysis almost everyday, she was always there with him and she always comforted him through all of it. Then a few years back, my grandpa got really sick and they immediatly transported him to the hospital. He was in the hospital for a few days and then had a heart attack. He didn't make it past that heart attack and he died soon after.
Even though she lost the person that was closest to her, she was so strong though it all. She was so strong when she came over to my house and talked about my grandpa and all that he did.
When I get older I want to be just like my grandma. I want to find a husband that I can be with for the rest of my life and take care of him even in the really rough times. I want to be strong like her and follow in her Godly footsteps. Some day I want my grandkids to think of me in this way and always come to me if they need help. Just like I always go to my grandma. We could talk for hours and hours and not run out of things to talk about. I love looking at old pictures with her and hearing all about my dad and my grandpa.
She is such an inspiration to me because of the ways she acts. She follows in God’s way and she trusted Him with everything even after my grandpa died.
I know that I can come to her with everything and she is the best grandma in the world! I love her so very much!
Right from the beginning my grandma was a strong Christian and was raised in a large family. My grandma was the first of nine kids. Her parents, my great-grandparents were really strict with their kids but they weren't around a lot because they had to support all of their 9 kids. So that lead to my grandma being the “mom” figure in the house. She always cooked and took care of her 8 little brothers and sisters. They were all raised to go to church every Sunday. Their parents made them go to church even if they were really sick. The only time they could stay home was if they threw up.
One day, when my grandma was a little bit older, her brother Charles fell into a tank that was holding water for their livestock and he drown. This was so hard on my grandma and the rest of her family. She still talks about it today and she gets tears in her eyes. They were really close and it just really hit my grandma hard. But she had to keep her head up high for all of her little brothers and sisters.
When she was 18, she moved out of the house and got married to my grandpa Alvin. They lived in a tiny house and then they began to have kids. They had my aunt Kim, then my uncle Craig, then my dad, and two more girls after that. My grandparents were pretty strict with their kids too but not as bad as my great-grandparents.
Although my grandpa had some heart problems and he had to go to dialysis almost everyday, she was always there with him and she always comforted him through all of it. Then a few years back, my grandpa got really sick and they immediatly transported him to the hospital. He was in the hospital for a few days and then had a heart attack. He didn't make it past that heart attack and he died soon after.
Even though she lost the person that was closest to her, she was so strong though it all. She was so strong when she came over to my house and talked about my grandpa and all that he did.
When I get older I want to be just like my grandma. I want to find a husband that I can be with for the rest of my life and take care of him even in the really rough times. I want to be strong like her and follow in her Godly footsteps. Some day I want my grandkids to think of me in this way and always come to me if they need help. Just like I always go to my grandma. We could talk for hours and hours and not run out of things to talk about. I love looking at old pictures with her and hearing all about my dad and my grandpa.
She is such an inspiration to me because of the ways she acts. She follows in God’s way and she trusted Him with everything even after my grandpa died.
I know that I can come to her with everything and she is the best grandma in the world! I love her so very much!
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