The day was Feb. 4th 2011. The place was Bossier City Louisiana. The night before there had been a winter storm pass through and with it came about 4 inches of snow. I woke up and was excited to see the snow so I had the bright idea to take out my families four wheeler and tie an inner tube to the back of it. That is just what I did. My step dad took of driving the four wheeler and I was on the tube riding. We came to this wide open field and my step dad started to spin me in circles on the tube. Eventually I fell off and had enough. I climbed on to the back of the four wheeler to go home. Without even thinking about it, I wrapped the rope we tied the inner tube to the four wheeler with around my right hand and told my step dad we were good to go. He took off and I saw that some slack from the rope was falling off the side of the four wheeler and I knew it was about to synch my hand in it. Before I could get my hand out of the rope it was too late. The rope synched down on my hand and shredded all the blood vessel in my right hand along with dislocating all the fingers on my right hand. By the time I got to the hospital I had lost about four pints of blood and past out. It took more than eight surgeries and more than ten pints of blood to get me back to full health and to the point where I could live an everyday normal life again. After I got out of the hospital I became the kicker and punter for my high school team. I spent the first year getting my strength back and working on fundamentals while also going to occupational therapy five times per week. My time came my junior year where I was named the stating kicker and punter for my high school. Senior year my team made school, state, and national history as one of the most explosive teams in the country. After my senior year I was offered a scholarship to attend Henderson State University and continue my education and my football career. Our football coach encourages us to give blood at least twice a year. His saying that goes with that encouragement is that you never know when your laying in the hospital bed needing some blood and I could not agree more. I pay and thank God and the people that donated because without the kind blood donations from people, the doctors said that I probably would have lost half of my right arm. Now any time that I have an opportunity to give blood I do with the thought that I was once in a position that I needed blood and now it’s time for me to the same that someone else did for me.
