Sometimes, after something bad happened, the best thing to do is to look back at it when all is back to normal and learn a lesson… or you can just have a good laugh! Whichever you find more fruitful.
Recently, in order to hype up our increasing mundane life, and maybe to yank the butts off the couch of so many of us students who failed our medical test (20 out of 24, can you imagine that?), our wonderful community committee decided to break us into groups and have us compete with each others on “friendly” sports games. A little non-threatening fun, so they say…
We had four teams, comprising of students and seniors, even our demure dean Sr Miriam decided to join a team (more for moral support and as THE pom pom girl), and Fr Picx was so enthusiastic he made all his team members do a chapter of reading on team work (my deepest sympathy too all you brothers :P) The groups were aptly named Banana (the group comprising of Sr Miriam, of which they had strong objection from her for obvious reasons), Babyface (errmm…), Fight for Peace (yeah.. of course, the one with Fr Picx), and Spice (need i say more??)
We started off with the favourite of all, basketball! The guys played like they’ve never played before. All the suppressed energy surfaced and stormed through the basketball court. Of course, when so much energy was released and no one knew how to control, unforeseen stuff tends to happen. Half way through the game, our dear Bro RJ made a jumping shot. However, he did not get to land on his feet. He fell on his back and the back of his head ramped straight onto the cement floor, and he passed out immediately.
I suppose everyone was a little shocked, after 5 seconds (where time stood still), all started crowding around him. What came next was an even greater shock for everyone, RJ went into involuntary convulsion, he had a seizure. Many tried to hold him down, some were glued dead on their spot in obvious disbelief and some were screaming for assistance. Luckily, many were quick to response, with no spoon in sight, someone jammed a key into RJ’s mouth to prevented him from biting his tongue. Ryan was seen running to the scene with a spoon and short of a summersault threw the spoon into midair while running as if he was throwing a baseball. Eugene was quick to get a vehicle ready and drove like a madman to the scene, once the vehicle was there, everyone carried him into the van and they sped to the hospital.
A week had passed, and RJ is safely back with us now. He was hospitalized for 3 days, and a CT scan indicated that everything was clear. He is undergoing medication which is giving him coin size ulcers in the mouth, but that aside, he’s perfect and fine. We truly thank God and all the prayers for him, and we vowed to protect this brother of ours with all our might in the future. (No more sports for RJ from now on, or he can only play sports with a helmet and a Michelin suit!)
Following basketball, we decided to play a much milder (or someone might term sissy) game of volleyball. It’s fool proof, nothing can go wrong… so you think!!!
Once again, half way through the game, commotion started at the court. This time, our dear Br John went on a collision course with another brother and got a cut at the eyebrow area above his right eye. There were blood flowing down, tainting his shirt, totally RAMBO style. Everyone rushed to the scene again, Dominic chewed some leaves and put it on the wound to stop the bleeding (thank God for a Quak doctor among us), some guys brought ice and placed it all over John except the location of the wound, probably to test his endurance level rather than helping out the situation. After a few minutes, our dear Prefect Fr Cruz calmly walked to the scene all cool and steady with cotton buds and medicine to stop the bleeding. Now there’s a man who have seen it all.
Well, the cut was pretty deep so John had to be sent to the hospital for stitches. He got 4 wonderful stitches and 2 gigantic anti-tetanous shots each on his left and right arm, making him look like a guy all ready for WWF.
Anyway, I guess he’s fine now, and he will have his marks for a while to tell to everyone the great story where he conquered all and saved the day.
So, we still have 3 more sports matches to go. We have 2 options, either we prepare a full medical team all ready with stretchers and oxygen tank to standby during the game, or we can change the games to chess and videogames. Oh wait, there’s a third option, we can just pray real hard and stay 3 feet away from the ball during the game. I think that will work :P
Man with sports… IT’S SO FUN!
(-Terence)
Recently, in order to hype up our increasing mundane life, and maybe to yank the butts off the couch of so many of us students who failed our medical test (20 out of 24, can you imagine that?), our wonderful community committee decided to break us into groups and have us compete with each others on “friendly” sports games. A little non-threatening fun, so they say…
We had four teams, comprising of students and seniors, even our demure dean Sr Miriam decided to join a team (more for moral support and as THE pom pom girl), and Fr Picx was so enthusiastic he made all his team members do a chapter of reading on team work (my deepest sympathy too all you brothers :P) The groups were aptly named Banana (the group comprising of Sr Miriam, of which they had strong objection from her for obvious reasons), Babyface (errmm…), Fight for Peace (yeah.. of course, the one with Fr Picx), and Spice (need i say more??)
We started off with the favourite of all, basketball! The guys played like they’ve never played before. All the suppressed energy surfaced and stormed through the basketball court. Of course, when so much energy was released and no one knew how to control, unforeseen stuff tends to happen. Half way through the game, our dear Bro RJ made a jumping shot. However, he did not get to land on his feet. He fell on his back and the back of his head ramped straight onto the cement floor, and he passed out immediately.
I suppose everyone was a little shocked, after 5 seconds (where time stood still), all started crowding around him. What came next was an even greater shock for everyone, RJ went into involuntary convulsion, he had a seizure. Many tried to hold him down, some were glued dead on their spot in obvious disbelief and some were screaming for assistance. Luckily, many were quick to response, with no spoon in sight, someone jammed a key into RJ’s mouth to prevented him from biting his tongue. Ryan was seen running to the scene with a spoon and short of a summersault threw the spoon into midair while running as if he was throwing a baseball. Eugene was quick to get a vehicle ready and drove like a madman to the scene, once the vehicle was there, everyone carried him into the van and they sped to the hospital.
A week had passed, and RJ is safely back with us now. He was hospitalized for 3 days, and a CT scan indicated that everything was clear. He is undergoing medication which is giving him coin size ulcers in the mouth, but that aside, he’s perfect and fine. We truly thank God and all the prayers for him, and we vowed to protect this brother of ours with all our might in the future. (No more sports for RJ from now on, or he can only play sports with a helmet and a Michelin suit!)
Following basketball, we decided to play a much milder (or someone might term sissy) game of volleyball. It’s fool proof, nothing can go wrong… so you think!!!
Once again, half way through the game, commotion started at the court. This time, our dear Br John went on a collision course with another brother and got a cut at the eyebrow area above his right eye. There were blood flowing down, tainting his shirt, totally RAMBO style. Everyone rushed to the scene again, Dominic chewed some leaves and put it on the wound to stop the bleeding (thank God for a Quak doctor among us), some guys brought ice and placed it all over John except the location of the wound, probably to test his endurance level rather than helping out the situation. After a few minutes, our dear Prefect Fr Cruz calmly walked to the scene all cool and steady with cotton buds and medicine to stop the bleeding. Now there’s a man who have seen it all.
Well, the cut was pretty deep so John had to be sent to the hospital for stitches. He got 4 wonderful stitches and 2 gigantic anti-tetanous shots each on his left and right arm, making him look like a guy all ready for WWF.
Anyway, I guess he’s fine now, and he will have his marks for a while to tell to everyone the great story where he conquered all and saved the day.
So, we still have 3 more sports matches to go. We have 2 options, either we prepare a full medical team all ready with stretchers and oxygen tank to standby during the game, or we can change the games to chess and videogames. Oh wait, there’s a third option, we can just pray real hard and stay 3 feet away from the ball during the game. I think that will work :P
Man with sports… IT’S SO FUN!
(-Terence)
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