My Most Special Moment

Once I was fakeing in my boxing gym and I was lifting 18kg weightinesss. The other weights were set turn divulge on the floor for when I needed them. I was on my last set of decennary when I fell back and the weight came crashing down and landed on my point. I couldnt feel my left leg. I twisted my ankle and then I was rolling around in excrushiating pain. My four-in-hand came in once he perceive my call of pain. He sit me up and I hobuld over to the send for. He sit down me down on the side of the ring and got me a glass of warter. Ten legal proceeding later(prenominal) I gave my pappa a call and he came straight to the gym.My pop music and my four-in-hand took me to infirmary. We arrived in an hours time. The traffic was lousy and I hobuld over to a death chair and sat there with my music director piece my dad went to reseption. By the time we got to the hospital my leg had swollen up to the coat of a baby elephants foot. I was called in, the repair say What is your name? I utter Mark. I was given an x-ray and direct to the emergency room and was told some stag breaking news considering that I had a big fight coming up, they said, you engender broken your tibia and sprained your ankle.I had to stay in a hospital bed for 2 to 3 months. Each mean solar day my leg was getting better, My family visited every day and my animal trainer to. I was getting better pritty fast. My manager came in the room and gave me right-hand(a) and gloomy news. I said, Can I study the good news first? OK, he said. I was told that Joe Calzaghe, one of the best knickers in the world, was coming to see me in a few weeks time. And the bad news was that my boxing equate was canceled but I wasnt bothered virtually that. by and by a week, Joe came to see me. I was time lag with the door open.He came in and my dad and my manager left us to talk. We were just chatting to the highest degree boxing and I was asking questions about how many fights he had won. He said just over 18 in his career. He asked me how any I had won and I told him six so far. We had a good chat and a cuple of moments later he said, Will you be sufficient to make it to my match. Ill get you count haggle seats. I said, I tangle witht have enough money. further he produced tickets from his pocket and they were for the front row by his corner. I said, Thank you so much. You have made my day. I was out of hospital in no time.My dad came to pick me up and I was intelligent to see my street and most significantly my family. I was welcomed home with celebrations and we partied. The next day the boxing match was on and me and my family were ready to go. We got there in an hour and sat in our seats. Joes fight was over in three rounds with a clean-living knockout and the towel thrown in. I jumped up in excitment and after the match he called me and asked if I wanted to go clubbing. I said yes. So we went out together and had a good time. We unplowed in tou ch and we are good friends even now.