October 17, 2010 § 3 Comments
The summer before his freshman year of high school, Michael Bruckman was warming up to pitch, on the baseball field at the school he would soon be attending. While tossing the ball around with one of his teammates the ball flew right past his face and almost hit him. His team mate joked with him saying, “You better watch out, man.” Michael laughed, brushing the incident off his shoulder as if it was nothing.
Michael started the game off well until a line drive deflected off his glove, and hit him right in the eye. The loud bang of the ball the second it made contact with his face is a noise he will never forget. “Everything went white,” he said, describing what he saw as he fell to the ground.
When he finally opened his eyes, he saw a circle of people around him; his brother, Steven Bruckmer, his coach, Ozella, and his parents were the few he distinctly remembers. He saw his brother’s jaw drop, that’s when he knew it was bad.
He was transported to the hospital by ambulance where he learned he had fractured his orbital bone. After missing 3 weeks of school, he finally returned only to be told he looked like a “monster,” with a baseball sized lump covering his left eye.
The lace of the ball has left a permanent scar above his eye, but the scar is nothing compared to the effect this hard hit had on his life. “It ruined my love for baseball,” he said; he realized he hasn’t played baseball since. When he sees the scar he thinks of his unfortunate luck, “This kind of stuff happens to me a lot.”