Narrative On Concussions

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All the sudden, it was like someone flipped a switch, soon we had at least four JFL players from all different teams with us at all times. Some came over still with little stuff, like sprains and other small injuries, but there were a lot of players coming over with concussions, and one kid came over with a sprained finger, where he had also ripped the fingernail off of where it laid on the kid's finger. Then some kid over in the field right next to us hurt his back bad, and we had to call an ambulance, my mom worked with the paramedics when they arrived. As soon as she gets back from helping the paramedics get the kid into the ambulance we had two players come over that both had concussions, so my mom got to work on that while I checked how much ice we had left over by us. Not surprisingly, we were almost out,…show more content…
At this point, I became too panicked to try to get up the hill again, so after I hit the car the second time, I didn’t even try to it the gas again, I just sat there in shock, as I bounced off the car and slid back into it a third time. At this point, I was so upset and scared at what might happen, that I was almost in tears, and it didn’t help that, here comes a really angry looking woman marching straight towards me, yelling at me: “Get off! Get off that golf cart right NOW!” and right behind her is a worried looking woman, and a very angry looking man. So I jumped out of the golf cart and started pushing the golf cart up the hill, where it wouldn’t fall back down into the hill again. So after apologizing profusely, and explaining what happened to the angry lady, the other lady, and the man, I went back to my mom to tell her what happened, and to say the least, she was slightly extremely mad at me. She wanted to know, exactly what happened, and what the heck I was
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