“Don’t put any strain on yourself or your arm. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, don’t push it. I know you’re probably still trying to get used to your new arm.” Howard’s gaze on my arm makes me shift uncomfortably. I use my left hand to grab my right arm as I look down.
“Yeah, it’s different.”
“Don’t get yourself down. Anyone who steps in here with a wise remark will get their ass handed to them. You’re surrounded by family and we have your back.”
I let go of my arm and realize he’s right. I watch as Garrett walks over to the punching bag. “Want me to go spot him to start off?”
“That’s a good place to start if you ask me.”
I can hold the bag fairly well with just my left hand. I shouldn’t have to put too much pressure on the prosthetic. I shouldn’t be babying the arm, but I do get nervous.
I walk over to Garrett and offer to spot. I grab hold of the bag and realize as he starts wailing away on it that I’m holding the bag, and I’m okay. With each blow he throws, I’m surviving.
The End