![]() The wheelchair gave me some ability to maneuver and build strength in my upper arms, but I hated navigating in our small home with my right leg stretched out like a useless cannon poised to shoot blanks. Besides, nobody really wanted to hear that detail. I was too embarrassed to mention the bathroom. Passions soap opera paw series#My idea of a series is the playoffs for Wimbledon or the US Open. Passions soap opera paw tv#After all, if someone brings you your food and the remote control operates the TV and sound system, why would you need to rise? I don’t watch a lot of TV. Everyone discounted the limitation on my movement. My teammates were glad to have me out of the competition my classmates considered I had been handed the perfect excuse for getting out of homework. I wondered how he would have felt if someone had given him four months to prepare himself to no longer be a doctor?Īll my friends were either delighted or envious. In other words, the doctor figured in four months I could reconcile myself to a sedentary lifestyle. After that time, I would return for his evaluation and we would see. Keep the leg elevated and place no weight on the ankle. The doctor prescribed complete rest for four months. Mom and Nonie took me to all the appointments and scrupulously helped me to follow the medical advice, but I could tell I had been bumped off the chosen road and left lying in a gutter–probably a damp ditch where garbage flowed down to a putrid sewer. Ashley and my tennis coach found a good sports doctor and briefed him about my potential as a player. Not until she went to contact Mom and Nonie, leaving me alone with the attendants in the emergency room, did I let out a massive sob for the life I was certain I had lost.Įveryone tried to be encouraging. I tried not to whine as Ashley pulled me to my feet and almost dragged me to her car. My one consolation was they had to cut it off me when we got to the hospital. She wore a classy white shorts outfit which made my navy blue shorts and navy and white stripped pullover look like a kindergarten gym uniform. ![]() There was nothing I could do but sit helplessly beside that damned puddle until Ashley glided effortlessly into the parking lot in her spiffy white Honda Accord. I noticed that my right ankle seemed to look weirdly out of line with the rest of my leg, but it wasn’t until I tried to stand that I realized the pain made it impossible. I hit the court’s surface hard and it took me a minute to take stock of what had happened. I dove to reach it and slipped at the puddle’s edge. Passions soap opera paw crack#Then, the ball hit a crack in the backboard and returned at an odd angle. I was too busy imagining mopping up the court with Ashley. It didn’t occur to me to mop up the little rain puddle at the net before I began hitting the ball against the backboard, because I never expected to be close enough to the puddle to be in any danger. I wanted to prove I was worthy of her attention and find out how I could follow in her path. Now Ashley was living out my dream of attending college on a tennis scholarship, and on this trip back home to visit her parents, she had asked me to spend some court time with her. I was a lowly freshman starter, but Ashley chose me as her practice partner, and suddenly I became an important member of the team too. Last year, Ashley had been the senior star of the school tennis team while I, Marian Cate Farlow, “misguidedly misnamed” as my grandmother Ethel Cates Durning often told my mother Leslie, to which my Mom always replied “offered her own independent identity while recognizing her roots.” I was anxious to show Ashley how much I had improved and needed a little privacy to prepare mentally. They didn’t want to leave me alone and offered to stay until my friend Ashley arrived, but I didn’t want anyone watching while I warmed up for our match. On that Saturday morning, Mom and Nonie, my grandmother, dropped me off early at the school’s tennis court. What hurt the most was the fact that the end was my own fault. ![]() I wasn’t being overly dramatic, just realistic. ![]() Be sure to check out the rest of the stories that went up this week! You can also find all of them after they are posted, and many others, in our Terrific Tales section!įor four months, in February of my sophomore year in high school– now almost thirteen years ago– I decided that for all practical purposes my life had ended at age fifteen. The Mama Factor has never before been published. Throughout this week leading up to Mother’s Day we have been publishing several mother related mystery short stories and here we have our one Mother’s Day short story that is not a mystery. ![]()
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