Courtney Bryn

The Unsung Hero

When I was in first grade, I wasn't paying attention one day and I slammed my pointer finger into a locker door at school. From what I can recall, there was a lot of blood and I screamed so loudly that most of the school came out of their classrooms to see what had happened. I was in a place very foreign to me as a child; my family had been recently stationed in Minnesota and it was unfamiliar territory from the life I was accustomed to in Virginia. In that moment, I was terrified. I knew only my parents in that time and place, and I was alone and almost completely without the top 1/3 of my finger.