by Tudor

The worst day of my life was 6 years ago in the 3rd grade. For a random reason, two of my classmates got into a fight and I tried to separate them, but that was the biggest mistake possible, a mistake that would cost me my ability to protect myself. One of them took my right pointing finger and then rotated it 180 degrees, only to pull it down to finish me. I called my mother in a hurry, just to get me to the hospital as soon as possible because I couldn’t move my hand. The doctor and the nurses seemed disinterested about my condition, which made everything worse. When they fitted my orthotic, they forced my finger away from the rest of my hand. After many more attempts and a few surgeries, I ended up losing my ability to use my fist, having a finger phalange rotated 180 degrees.