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After Esperanza’s strikeout I was up. The other team chanted “Lady
Bug Slugs.” Girl with the moose-head arm let a fast one go. No
matter what happened, I was going to connect. I swung for all of
us: me, T, Daddy, and Esperanza. I hit the ball. I hit the ball with
my left elbow. Before impact I knew I was getting my first dia-
mond. The bone disintegrated like a dandelion in the wind. Except
instead of petals of fluff, I got vomit-inducing pain that spread from
shoulder to heel. I only busted my elbow, but everything hurt. It
was like my body forgot which part was broken and said, “To hell
with it. She’s all messed up.”
T and I might not be so special. Maybe we’re the opposite of
lucky. Most people spend their whole lives trying to avoid every
uncomfortable feeling. For us, discomfort was the only thing that
put a face on the clock. Time is just a wobbly blank surface full of
smoke. Pain made the wind blow and the ground still.
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