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Post by pfieffer on Mar 8, 2010 22:16:37 GMT -5
Damian had been in a wheelchair almost two years. Grasping the metal bars tightly he attempted to take a step.
"Paul, I can't do this."
"Don't say things like that Damo. You gotta try."
Damian sat back down in the chair. "Paul I can't do it."
"You gotta try, what happened to that kid I knew who was willing to try anything. That kid tried to learn to dance. That kid was fearless."
"Yeah well that kid died, along with my career, my love for footy, and my ability to walk."
"One more try Damo."
Damian looked at Paul. Paul was giving one of his puppy looks. Rolling his eyes, Damian grasped the metal bars. He flexed his arms, the veins and muscles could easily be seen. He lifted himself out of the chair, and once again tried to take a step. The second he put any wait on it he collapsed, it did not matter how strong his arms were, he could not support himself.
Sitting on the ground helpless, he looked up at Paul, "Paul I told you I could not do this." Damian put his arms up, and Paul pulled him up, and helped him back into the chair. "I am hopeless."
"No your not. Have faith in your self buddy."
"Paul this is never going to work, I don't care if the stupid doctor said I was going to be able to walk again. It's not happening. I have tried every day, since I could, since that stupid accident."
"Give it time."
"I've given it time Paul. And time is not enough. I give up." Damian rolled out of the room.
"Damo come back." Paul went after him. "Damo, I know you could try so much harder, tell me why you're not."
Damian looked at him with stone cold blue eyes, "You get put in a wheelchair, and then you can ask that question again." Damian then got really mad, Paul had never seen him like this before, "Try harder, Paul do you not understand, I don't want to be in this stupid thing, I want to play footy, I want to sing, I want my old life back! How dare you say, I am not trying hard enough, I have never wanted something more in my life! I want to be normal again, and I have never tried harder in my life to make that happen! Don't tell me to try harder again Paul, not until you know what it is like!"
"Damo, I'm sorry I didn't know."
"No Paul of course ya didn't! Why would you!" Damian looked down, "Paul, I am sorry. It's just I have been in this chair so long. I just want things back the way they were."
Paul knelt down on one knee, "I know it's hard, and if you want things back to normal you can't just give up after you fall. You have to keep trying."
"I know, it's just once I fall, it seems so pointless, to keep trying."
"But it's not." Paul rolled Damian back into the room, back to those two metal bars. "Believe you can do it Damo."
Once again Damian grabbed the bars with his hands, he flexed every muscle that he could, he took a step and as soon as he put weight on it he collapsed, and remembered a few days he wish never happened.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2010 15:22:45 GMT -5
ya good story so far but what got him in the wheelchair? did he fall off stage or something?
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Post by pfieffer on Mar 9, 2010 20:51:07 GMT -5
we are now going into flashback mode He collapsed his team mates rushed over to him. "Ow, oh God, oh God." He yelled his eyes shut very tightly. Every once in a while he would yell ow.
"Damo, Damo, are you alright?" He heard one of them say.
"Give him some room." The ref said.
"I think I heard a crack." Another teammate said.
Damian had just done a bicycle kick, and landed wrong. He landed to far up on his back. His eyes finally opened. "I am fine." He told them.
Slowly but surely he got up. And in pain he walked of the field. "Damo you okay." His coach asked.
"Yeah. I am fine. Just landed wrong."
"Damo, that looked like a pretty bad land, you aren't allowed to play till you get you back checked out by a doctor. You understand." The coach told him.
Damian nodded, his legs were sore, but he was fine. The game ended. Damian had to head over to Celtic Thunder rehearsals. "Hey Damo, how did the game go?" Paul asked.
"Just peachy." Damian said with a bit of attitude in his voice and grabbing his back; he slowly making his way towards the stage.
"What happened did ya loose."
"No we won, but I did a rainbow kick, landed wrong and I am not allowed to play till I get I checked out." He climbed on stage, and moaned in pain.
"Damo, maybe you should take it easy."
"Paul I am fine, it's just a bit sore, from the land." Damo said, struggling to walk over to him.
"Damian, we are going to run Home." Sharon informed.
The music turned on, Damian had gotten to the part where he sat on a bench. When he stood back up, he just fell on the ground (it was more of a collapse, like his legs could not support his weight, or his knees buckled), hitting his head on the bench.
"Oh my God. Damian." Paul ran out on stage. The bench had cut his head open a little, and it started to bleed.
"Sharon, call the hospital!" Paul yelled.
George, and Ryan ran on stage, and picked Damian up by the shoulders, Paul got his legs. They carried him to the lobby of the building.
The paramedics asked many questions the guys answered them to the best of their abilities. Damian was rushed to the hospital. The guys, Sharon and Phil went to the hospital, and Mr. and Mrs. McGinty were called and told what happened.
About a day later Damian woke up, he had a bandage on his head, and he was no longer in his soccer uniform, but in a hospital gown. He looked around, and saw Paul, Ryan, Keith, George, Sharon, and Phil, his mom, dad, sister, and his brother. He smelled the clean air, it was pleasing.
"How are ya feeling mate?" Paul asked.
"Just fine." Damian replied, "What happened?"
"Well ya stood up, and collapsed hitting your head on the bench." Paul explained
"Why did ya collapse?" Keith asked.
"I don't know." Damian relied.
A doctor walked in, "Well the x-rays revealed a small fracture in his back. But that little fall should not have caused it."
"Wait a fracture in my back." Damian said in disbelief. "Not possible."
"What did you do before that rehearsal?" The doctor asked.
"I was at a football game?" Damian replied.
"Did you do any moves, land wrong?"
"Yeah, I was doing a rainbow kick, and landed a little too high on my back. I didn't think I broke it, but one of me buddies did mention that he heard a crack."
"I am afraid to say, but doing that kick, you broke your back."
"No, it can't be." Damian tried to kick his leg out of anger, but he couldn't. "Why can't I move my legs?" Damian freaked, the color drained from his eyes and skin.
"Calm down. Look it is only temporary paralysis. Like I said it is a small fracture, and as soon as it heals, a few months of physical therapy, you should be back to normal." The doctor reassured.
"You are sure it's only temporary?" Damian asked.
"Positive."
Damian started to tear up and the doctor left. Once only he and the guys of Celtic Thunder and his family were left, he just broke down crying. "It's not fair!" He wailed.
"Calm down honey." His mom comforted.
Damian calmed down a little, and wiped the tears away. He looked at each person in the room, ending on Paul. "I'm scared." He said, fear emitting from his eyes.
Paul came closer and hugged him. Damian just stared into space, a blank expression on his face. He had no emotion, he did not hug Paul back; he just sat there, trying to comprehend the situation.
About a day later, Damian was let out of the hospital. Paul was wheeling him out in a wheelchair. Sharon said they would see what they could do about the shows. They were rehearsing, when Phil called them together for a picture. Damian was in the middle and the guys stood around. Damian's bright blue eyes were a misty grey, he did not really smile. He felt alone, and he felt like an outcast, everyone was treating him differently; his soccer buddies avoided him, and did not talk to him. But the worse thing was that even the guys of Celtic Thunder. Just because he was in a wheel chair, did not mean he was a baby. He could still do everything for himself, even if it was harder. The camera Phil used was one of those old Polaroid ones, he handed the picture to Damian.
Receiving the picture put Damian in a foul mood. He thought this was his farewell, his thanks for being part of Celtic Thunder.
A week had passed since that rehearsal and that group shot, and Sharon called a meeting, "Guys," She started. "Celtic Thunder is taking a break. As long as Damian is in a wheel chair, we will not perform. The second Damian is better, we are back on, but without Damian we are not complete."
Damian was fuming, "If you want to talk like I am not in the room, then you should not have asked me to come!" he yelled, and rolled out. That was the last group picture; his wheel chair caused him to loose everything he loved.
"Paul, keep an eye on him." Sharon said. The guys slowly crept out of the room. Each one of them looked at Damian, who was staring out one of the windows in the front of the building. He wasn't really crying, but he was mad and sad.
Sharon walked passed him, he gave her a cold look. Damian had nothing left. He sat their thinking about his pathetic life.
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Post by pfieffer on Mar 15, 2010 22:18:01 GMT -5
Damian was being pathetic, and rude, and he knew it. It wasn't the wheelchair that made him pathetic it was his attitude, and he needed to change it, if he wanted to do anything. "Help me up Paul." Damian said coming out of his train of thought and putting his hands up. Paul helped him up. "I'm tired of being useless, and rude, and egotistical and." Paul looked at him, as if to say, he was never any of those things. Damian stopped and grabbed the bars again, and tried to take a step. He fell again. Paul helped him up. Grabbing the bars he took a step, he put wait on it. He took another step and stumbled, but he did not fall. He took another step, and fell. Paul helped him up. Damian was not giving up, the first time in a long time he did not give up after a few tries. Damian moved his leg. Then he moved his other leg. He moved his arms a little, his knees buckled under the weight of his body. Before Paul could help him, Damian had pulled himself up. Paul had not seen Damian try so hard at something, since he could walk, since he could play soccer, since Celtic Thunder. Damian moved his leg again. Then he moved his arms, he moved his other leg. Damian was not falling. "Paul, look I am walking again!" Damian's eyes lit up again, they regained the precious blue color that had been lost for over two years. Paul had not seen Damian this happy since Celtic Thunder. "I see it Damo! I see it!"
"Damian!" Mrs. McGinty yelled walking into the room. She started to cry out of happiness.
"Ma, look, I am walking." Damian smiled bigger than he ever had before.
"I knew ya could do it Damo!" Paul said hugging him.
"I think it's time for me to rest though." Damian was breathing heavily, he was tired. Paul wheeled his chair over, and Damian sat down still beaming.
A few more months and Damian was walking without any help. Damian was walking across the room, when Sharon walked in. Sharon came, because Paul called her often to tell her about Damian's progress, and well more importantly Damian's attitude, she was hurt that day. Damian caught her eye. He turned; it was difficult considering he was still new to walking, and he had not tried to turn before. "Sharon," He started, getting closer to her.
"Damian, Paul was right you are doing so much better."
"Sharon." He started again, reaching her. "I am so sorry." "About what, this was not your fault."
"I am sorry about yelling at you two years ago; and giving you that mean look. I was really mad, and I was still not used to being in the wheel chair, not being able to do anything. I was mad, that I wasn't able to play footy, and then no Celtic Thunder, so much happened at once. Sharon, if you could find it in your heart to forgive me, I understand if you do not want me back in the group…" Damian trailed off.
p.s. i am so gonna draw this out LOL i know i am evil but you love it don't ya
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Post by pfieffer on Mar 17, 2010 21:54:21 GMT -5
"Damian it is fine, and like I said two years ago, there is no Celtic Thunder without you. You are forgiven, you never did anything wrong. I understand you were going through a tough time. Of course you are still in the group." "Ah thank you Sharon." Saying that reminded him of the day he was told he was in Celtic Thunder, he was fourteen, it was about five years ago. He felt like he had just been told he made the group. She smiled, "Your welcome Damian." After a few more months, Damian was no longer in need of a wheelchair in fact he could run again. He decided to head to the fields. Most of his soccer mates avoided him, after the accident. "Hey coach." "Damian. I never thought…" The coach trailed off. HAHAHA I AM SO EVIL!!!! hehehehe.. p.s Damin is 19 in this
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Post by damianrocks on Mar 17, 2010 23:01:56 GMT -5
Damian's 19 in lots of stories. *thinks of Music is No Laughing Matter* heeheehee... though I NEEDED him to be older, otherwise what happens is just plain WRONG XD hahaha!
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Post by pfieffer on Mar 21, 2010 0:55:55 GMT -5
"I would walk again." Damian said looking at his old friends.
"We should have had more faith buddy, but when I heard that crack, I thought you were gone." A teammate said putting his arm around Damian's shoulders.
"I was wondering if there was still room for me on the team."
The coach looked at all the players who had eager faces, and some of them were nodding and smiling. The team really had missed Damian. "Of course." He paused. "You sure you can play?"
Damian held out his arms, "I got a clean bill of health now."
"Guys Damo is back!" The coach yelled. Cheers came from the team. Damian easily forgave his old mates.
Within a week he as in a uniform, running on the field, Damian was passed the ball, it was too high for a header. He had to make a split second decision, wait for the ball to get closer, and end the game in a draw, or attempt something he was afraid to do, something that had paralyzed him before. He quickly chose, the entire world went into slow motion, he lifted himself into the air with his left leg, and then with his right leg he kicked the ball doing his first bicycle kick since the accident. Damian landed on his bottom; the world went back to normal pace. He scored but the entire team fell silent as the waited for Damian to get back up.
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Post by pfieffer on Mar 25, 2010 0:41:32 GMT -5
Damian stood up like nothing had ever happened. Cheers erupted from the team, not for the score, but for the great feet Damian had overcome.
The cheers erupted from the crowd a month later, when Celtic Thunder did their first concert after two years. All of them were surprised at how loyal the fans were.
Damian felt as if he was walking on the moon. He felt like he was doing the impossible. He took out a picture from a few years ago, one of the only things he kept in his pockets, it was the last group shot taken before the break. He was in his wheelchair, he wasn't really smiling. But looking at the picture backstage, Damian knew he had done the impossible.
THE END
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Post by damianrocks on Mar 25, 2010 9:30:13 GMT -5
huzzah
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Post by laurenne on Mar 25, 2010 22:42:25 GMT -5
Hurray. I loved it.
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Post by swimgurl96 on Apr 8, 2010 7:43:52 GMT -5
wow!!! That made me tear up on how Damian kept on trying...
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