If it wasnt For my Walking Cane

A few years ago, I had torn a ligament in my right leg while playing soccer. I have recovered since then, but the damage done right below my kneecap was irreversible. X-rays have shown the results, but can’t explain why the minor bone dislocation hasn’t healed. I have had to use a walking cane ever since.

I have a pretty hard time running up the field. I can still do it, but it is a little more difficult with the pain and all. I still have to bring my walking cane for after the game. I don’t mind much it helps me when my leg gets stiff after all the running.

I have relied on my cane off and on for some time now and I don’t know what I would do without it honestly. I kid you not that darn thing has been a blessing. I was walking up to my apartment one night and lost my balance. I stuck the walking cane out and hooked the rail it kept me from falling.

As I looked over to the side, I saw my neighbor talking to his son. I called him over to give me a hand and asked him if he could help with my groceries. He is such a great help. I am sure glad that he is my neighbor. I dont know what I would do without him.

The next morning I was not feeling well, a little tired and anxious. I immediately went to my neighbors and thanked him for all his help. I hate the fact that I am so clumsy. I can not remember the last time I was sick. I just tend to fall and hurt myself a lot.

I passively fell asleep around four-thirty, and I woke up around six. I was awaken by one of my nephews who had came in through the front door. “I thought that door was unlocked”, I muttered. “Well, its not” he said in a smart alec tone. “What do you want?” I demanded. “I came to see you”, he said sincerely. Right then and there, I realized how lucky I was.

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