I was just 9 years old when I was snagged by a fish hook. I could remember almost everything that happened that day. It was just a regular fishing day with my dad and older sister. It was a nice warm humid day at downtown Swansboro Pier. I was just learning how to fish so I had to stay closer to the water and drop the fishing line into the water. I was too scared to touch the bait that we had to put on the hook for the fish so my dad had to bait my hook plus my sister’s hook. I was standing about 5 feet behind my sister, she decided to toss her fishing line into the water and went she went to throw it, the hook had got caught in my cheek.
My sister had thought what was going on since the hook did not go forward as she was tugging. She turned around to see what was happening and she had saw me with my hand on my cheek. I did not freak out once it had happened, all I remember was holding my cheek and my dad coming over. There were about 10 other people at the fishing pier, they were all shocked at what had happened and were trying to figure out how to help. We did not know any of them but I could remember sitting on a guy’s lap while he tried to calm me down. My dad had called the ambulance while I was talking to his friends and my sister kept saying “I’m so sorry”. The hook
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They asked me “Did the hook go through?” I had said no. If the hook would have gone through my cheek they would have just cut a side off and get it out right there. They had asked me if I wanted to travel with them to the hospital but my dad had said no because he wanted to take me to the Emergency Room at the Naval Hospital, Camp Lejeune, N.C. Since the ambulance would have taken me to Onslow. Once the ambulance had left we had packed up all of our gear and went to the car. My dad had called my mom and explained the whole story so my mom freaked out and rushed over to the
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“Come on, “ my counselor Emily screamed from shore. The quick rapids made it very difficult to dig our paddles into the river. My cabin was stopping to eat lunch on our Tuesday canoeing trip. On Saturday, we had traveled down to Brownstown, Indiana for a week full of friends, fun, and God. My church stayed at a retreat center called Pyoca. Every year on Tuesday, we would go on a canoeing or rafting trip depending on the water levels. Emily, Annabelle, my canoeing partner, and I sat along the sand bank waiting for other canoes to come in. Many other groups slowly went by, while we patiently waited for other groups to come in. I was so hungry, I couldn’t wait. Canoeing had zapped all of my energy, and had made me really hungry. I began to quickly wade out into the river, so I could help the other canoes come in faster. Someone screamed, “Be careful” from the bank. Nate Epple, a counselor of
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