The Man That Can Never Be Replaced

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The Man That Can Never Be Replaced Essay, Research Paper The Man That Can Never Be Replaced One cold December morning with ice on the grass and everybody’s Breaths lingering in the air. It was just another regular December day in Tymber Creek, which is where I grew up my whole life. There is a group of about 13-15 kids that have all grown up together. Some were a couple years older, but that didn’t make much difference except for their size. About five of my closest friends and I decide to get a football game together. We decided to play the older kids in the Creek (our nickname for Tymber Creek). Because every day at the bus stop they told us how they would kill us so we took it as a challenge. As we walk all we saw were monsters, they were huge and ugly with white foam

coming out of there mouths like a rabid dog and just scared us to death. Well I decided there is no way I am going to play these guys, but my best friend Stephen told me that we could take them. So there I again believe the impossible. It’s 10:30 a.m. and still just as cold as it was when I got up at 7:00 a.m. and there was no sun. You couldn’t walk straight because of the icy grass and it sure wasn’t the softest thing in the world. So here we go its kick off time. The pigskin is thrown so high in the air that we don’t see it, all we see and feel is the ground trembling and seven of the biggest beasts in the world. It was kind of like seven Shaqs running at seven Mini Me’s. We were dead and all I had on my mind was not to get hit because I would never get up. It was

around noon now and all of us decide to take a break and go have lunch. So Stephen and I went to his house which was the biggest house on that street and just stood out because of its peach color. His parents acted like my second family. They treated me like one of there sons. They took me to Sea World, which was a big deal for a kid that’s twelve. Mrs. Vernon who is Stephen’s mom would make us snacks to eat after school and then would take us to the mall just to have fun. Mr. Vernon who is Stephen’s dad would be there to play any sports with us and to teach us how to do any guy related things we needed to know at the age of twelve. So off we went back to the game. I didn’t feel as scared, just because I was refreshed and awake now. We started off strong and started to

see those Shaqs as regular kids that were just a little bigger than us. My team was just full of energy now and we didn’t think that anyone could bring us down now. We were running like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off. We just would not slow down and it finally paid off. We finally scored and got to throw them the ball as a kick off. Trip who was the biggest kid in the neighborhood got the ball. I was the biggest kid from our team so they all voted me as the lead man. I was up to it and thought I could do it. So I stood right in front of him and tried as hard as I could to tackle him. I forgot to mention earlier that I was also in front of a sewer grate. He just ran me over, and as I was flying in the air all I remember is thinking this is going to hurt. I landed

right on top of the sewer grate hands first. My left wrist got stuck in the grate and I couldn’t get it out. Mr. Vernon came running after he heard my cries. He told me it was going to hurt and he just pulled it out. I had slit my wrist and it was bleeding everywhere. He kept reassuring me that I would be just fine. I was more worried about having to get stitches than anything else. Good thing Mrs. Vernon was a registered nurse. She started to put this yellow stuff on it and as I looked at it I started to get weak and felt as if I was going to pass out. So she got me some water and it helped my faintness. From now until I die I will have that scare and that story to tell and to remember how great the Vernons really were for being there when I needed someone just to tell me and