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Bryce’s Adventure to the Hospitol

For those of you who haven’t been informed of this. During the “Braveheart’s” second intramural soccer team Bryce broke his leg/ankle yesterday as he was attempting to shoot the ball for the tying point. After the shot was made Bryce’s momentum carried him over some how to where he hurt his leg badly people as far from the side lines even claimed they heard a pop. Bryce was in a ton of pain, however managed to not cry or curse. He proved himself, a well raised proper southern Texan gentleman, who even in the midst of agonizing pain, dare not curse in the presence of of a lady. Bryce quickly called his parents to inform them of what happened, and displayed great communicative skill, since he was hurting greatly. The paramedics and fire team soon arrived with sirens blaring. While the rather muscular fire fighter (Dave) accompanied by one of our very own Public Safety Segway officers speedily walked over to the scene, Buzz Dale commented, in hopes of cheering Bryce up, “Hey Bryce, you are going to be carried away in the arms of two handsome strong firemen, your living every little 5 year old girl’s dream!” When they arrived paramedics, twisted Bryce’s leg into a temporary splint made of CARDBOARD. It was difficult to watch my friend suffer so much pain, and I was constantly reminding myself through the experience how fortunate I am to have a friend like Bryce and how grateful I was that it wasn’t something worse. O’Neill Cowan was to accompany me to the hospital, I instructed O’Neill to wait for me at the front of the school, while I ran to the other end of campus to get my car. Shortly I realized how out of shape I was, since I had to stop halfway to catch my breath. After a lot of heaving and panting I made it to my car, picked O’Neill up and we followed the ambulance to Riverside Community Hospital. After 30 to 40 minutes of waiting in the lobby and enduring awkward, humorous, and some uncomfortable stares from the other patients (I was still wearing my Kilt and War Paint) O’Neill and I were lead to a hallway where we could visit Bryce. By this time Bryce was on some pain killers, so naturally he happened to become good friends with all the doctors, nurses, and other patients within a 50 foot radius of his wheelchair. Bryce expressed how he received awkward stares from other patients as well, because others mistook his face paint for wounds and was thought to be a burn victim. Eventually, Doctor Dave, who was very nice, calm, confident, and helpful, diagnosed Bryce’s injury as a “spiral fracture in his tibia,” in other words he broke his leg. Bryce’s injury will be about a 6 to 8 week recovery time. Shortly after they took wheeled Bryce away from us, yet again, to put him in a temporary splint. They informed Bryce that they would be giving him a pain killer, 30 times more powerful than morphine. Bryce was in no objection to this whatsoever. After conversing with the lady nearest us,  who was very sweet by the way, about her mucoussy issues, chest congestion, and how she wish she could hock a lugy, Bryce was released and he was just oh so happy. We then gave the lady at the desk Bryce’s info, billing address, etc. and debated with her that I was not wearing a skirt it’s a kilt, and that it is face paint, not makeup. We got Bryce in the car, drove through Del Taco, dropped Bryce off at his apartment in front of the TV. One of his favorite shows coincidentally happened to be on the only channel that they can watch on their TV (Bryce was pleased). I then went to CVS ordered Bryce’s perscription, bought some bags of ice, went to In n Out got Bryce some munchies, returned to the apartment, gave Bryce his food, hung out for a few minutes, returned to CVS picked up Bryce’s drugs, convinced the pharmacist that I was there for Bryce Burditt and they just spelled his name incorrectly, because nobody has the name BRICE BOURDIT, returned to Bryce’s apartment gave him his happy pills got his bag of ice set up, and then I called it a day.

SO, in short Bryce is injured, he’s in pain, could have definitely been worse, he will be okay, Bryce is a stud for not crying, please pray for a speedy healing process and that this will somehow give Bryce the opportunity to share the gospel with someone.

An Observation: The incredible thing about music is that it is universal. Even though, knowing the lyrics to the songs greatly helps understanding the meaning behind songs. Sound, mood, tone, and pitch are understood by everyone music without words makes us feel, cry, and smile. You can speak a completely different language than someone else and have never met them but you can still jam, because music and sound is the same for the both of you. Music does something that language can’t it’s universal and I think it’s a very neat, a very beautiful element of music.