ne day my dad asked me if I wanted to go to his friend's baby's birthday party. I said yeah and to give me a minute to get ready.

I got ready and told my dad I was ready. I walked outside to the car. Me and my dad got in the car and drove down a back road. It took like fifteen minutes to get there. But when we did get there I got out and then my dad got out.

When we got in the house, everyone was eating cake and ice cream and they told us to help ourselves. So we got a plate and a fork. We got ourself cake and ice cream. I ate mine quickly, then I went outside. I sat on the front porch when some kids came up to me and asked if I wanted to play football. I said in a little bit. So my stomach could settle.

After I thought my stomach was settled, I went into the backyard and asked if I could play. They told me I had to wait until the game was over. So I did and I played in the next game. It was now third quater and we had twenty-one points and they had fourteen. On hut they! passed me the ball and as I was running for the touch down, a big chunky kid jumped out in front of me. He ran straight at me and tackled me. I went flying to the ground. I couln't breathe very could for a little, then I just passed out.

Some kid named James went to go get my dad. My dad came running in the backyard. He came up next to me and picked me up. He carried me to the car and layed me in the back seat. He drove off to the hospital. He carried me in. He got some paper work to fill out while waiting for the doctor. The doctor finally came and my dad carried me back.

The next thing I remember is waking up and seeing my dad, my mom who was crying, and my two brothers standing next to me.

"Mom what's wrong?" I asked her.

"The doctor came up to me and told me that I was paralized from the waist down. I started to cry.

I had to stay in the hospital for a few days, for examining. Then I got to go home.

The next day the doctor called our house and said they didn't think that I would ever be able to walk again. But through the next six months I proved them wrong. I was making really good progress and my mom was so proud. I could walk a little bit. But nine months after that I could walk all the way perfect. The doctors were amazed and so was I. I proved a doctor wrong.

Wow, I never thought I could do it , I think my praying did it. I really do.