THE CRUTCH CAR

by Shaeleigh Madan

Students waiting for a ride in PCC's "Crutch Car"

It was a normal Tuesday when I got the call; I needed surgery on my foot. So, my surgery was scheduled for Wednesday at Good Samaritan Hospital. How all of this started is on Sunday night I was walking in my kitchen when all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my foot. I sat down and when I first looked at it I thought that it was a splinter, but as I tried to pull it out with tweezers I couldn’t get it. Then, I tried to soak it and that didn’t work, so my mom made an appointment for my doctor to get it.

When I went to the doctor’s the next day, they couldn’t get it out there so they sent me to Brockton Hospital for an x-ray. After, my mom and I went over to the surgeon’s office so they could exam my foot. By the end of my examination, they determined that it was glass. I had a guess of how it happened, but it’s a long explanation that I’m sure none of you really care about. So, Wednesday I had my surgery and came back Thursday.

On Thursday when I came back, I was an official member of the infamous crutch car. For Thursday and Friday I was picked up and dropped off wherever I went. While I was in the crutch car I made two new friends; they were Donna and Leah. Well, I had technically already known Donna, but we became closer in just two days. Leah on the other hand I had just met, therefore I can’t believe that we became like best friends within

two days of knowing each other. Now, sometimes we sit together at meals and core courses. It is so crazy that in just two days you can make a new friend that I hope I will have for the rest of my life. This experience just proves that once again, PCC is a special place where people connect on different levels that they wouldn’t if they had just bumped into each. Here, bumping into someone starts a conversation rather than just walking by and saying sorry. So all in all, I’m sort of happy that I had that surgery because if I didn’t I never would have met Leah.