This week has been a blur of confusion, agony, and anger after my surgery. I was angry because because after all of my years and finally working my way up to the elite hockey team, I got injured and had to miss nearly the second half of the season. Since four years ago I have had my heart set on making the U-14 Minuteman Flames, and last year, I finally was able to make it. In the past two years, I have trained non-stop while my friends were playing and having fun, I was working to achieve my goal. Last year I made the team, in two years time, I moved up from the worst hockey team to the best, and right when I get the chance to play and work hard, I break my hand, and right when I am about to get back, I re-break my hand, even worse than the first time and need surgery. In an instance my season is over. The worst thing is Im not even allowed to work about so I can not stay in shape. But I do know is that with just a little time, hopefully I will be back to normal, and ready to go. All I really wish to do now is play the sport I love.