My Most Special Moment

Once I was training in my box secondary school and I was lifting 18kg weights. The other weights were set out on the floor for when I needed them. I was on my last set of ten when I fell back and the weight came crashing down and landed on my leg. I couldnt feel my left leg. I twisted my ankle and because I was rolling around in excrushiating pain. My manager came in at one time he larnd my call of pain. He sit down me up and I hobuld over to the repeat. He sit me down on the side of the ring and got me a glass of warter. Ten minutes later I gave my dadaism a call and he came straight to the gym.My dad and my manager took me to infirmary. We arrived in an hours time. The traffic was bad and I hobuld over to a chair and sat there with my manager while my dad went to reseption. By the time we got to the hospital my leg had swollen up to the size of a baby elephants foot. I was called in, the doctor said What is your name? I said Mark. I was precondition an x-ray and sent to the emergency room and was told some hart break of serve news considering that I had a big fight coming up, they said, you maintain broken your tibia and sprained your ankle.I had to stay in a hospital make do for 2 to 3 months. Each day my leg was getting better, My family visited either day and my manager to. I was getting better pritty fast. My manager came in the room and gave me good and bad news. I said, Can I hear the good news first? OK, he said. I was told that Joe Calzaghe, one of the go around boxers in the world, was coming to see me in a a couple of(prenominal) weeks time. And the bad news was that my boxing match was canceled but I wasnt bothered about that. After a week, Joe came to see me. I was waiting with the door open.He came in and my dad and my manager left us to talk. We were plainly chatting about 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 able to make it to my match. Ill get you front row seats. I said, I dont have enough money. But 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 happy to see my thoroughfare and most importantly 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 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 touch and we are good friends even now.