I could feel the tug of the rope and the cool sensation of the lake as I was dragged underwater by the boat. The time must have been minimal and although uncertain of specifics, by the time I had surfaced I was well aware something horrific had happened. Reaching down, I grasped my left leg only to realize my whole calf had been ripped apart.
Later, with a couple of hundred stitches and a web of support, I was granted the capability of facing adversity head-on. At first, the boating accident seemed a colossal setback, but overcoming the obstacle step-by-step has proved to be full of advantages.
The physical healing process consisted of constantly reapplying bandages until the gastrocnemius muscle gradually stretched back into place. I looked upon my leg with shock as it was dyed yellow from the medicine and turned black and purple from the dying skin. Frequent visits to the surgeon included agonizing abrasion in order to allow fresh and productive skin and nerve development.
In a way, every time a layer of dead skin was peeled away, it was as if a brand new perspective was being revealed, too. My whole attitude no longer focused on petty activities such as lying out at the pool or running around the mall with my friends. Because that was just it, I couldn’t run. I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t even manage to place my foot close to flat on the floor. Instead, I realized how lucky I was my leg wasn’t amputated from the knee down. A laceration about two centimeters high and that would have been the fortunate situation. But most likely, I would have bled to death before even reaching the operating room.
I believe God rescued me that day. If I wasn’t before, I know I am completely sure He exists and is helping me reach my full potential. As a result, my relationship with the Lord has become a tighter bond everyday. He knows as well as I there is a more significant purpose out there for me. And because He showed me His love by keeping me here a little longer, I believe I have found it.
My mother was my own personal nurse as she cared for me throughout those months of struggle, and I look forward to sharing this same skill as I pursuer a career in nursing in healthcare. The lasting impression of my horseshoe-shaped scar will remain with me as a constant reminder of the love and devotion of Christ he meant to be passed on to others.
I hope you enjoyed getting to know me a little better as I share with you the greatest challenge I have had yet to face. Please feel free to edit and constructively criticize this piece of work, as I will be using it as a college application essay.
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