I took a hit in middle school that I still think about to this

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I took a hit in middle school that I still think about to this day, and something about it still hurts.

Middle school gym, right about 2000, 2001. We're playing basketball on our side of the gym, while the girls on the opposite end play floor hockey. I'm not any good with sports. In little league baseball my coach told me to give up swinging, just pray the pitcher threw balls. In high school, during wrestling, I was used by the teacher as a demonstration on how to pin your opponent and told to sit for the remainder of class.

I wasn't any better with basketball. There we were running the back and forth, and I'm desperately trying to keep up and not seem winded. I don't have any clue what to do, but nobody even bothers to show me. Hell, the teacher is off chatting with the girl's coach. I'm ignored the entire time, to the point I'm never covered. The only times I even get the ball are penalty shots, and even those are whiffed. My teammates hated playing with me, and they weren't afraid to tell me, normally with shoving and stuff thrown at my head after the period.

One day, as were, playing, out of sheer frustration, I'm trying my absolute hardest to get to the ball. It won't get passed to me, so I make several failed attempts to block. On one block attempt, I swear I get within an inch of actually tipping the shot, but coming down, one of my own teammates brings his elbow up and jabs me right in the gut. Hard. I will go to my grave saying it was intentional.

I hit the floor like a sack of bricks. Wind gone, stomach in pain, barely able to get to my knees as i'm fruitlessly gasping for air. The rest of them barely even noticed, running back to the other side of the court. The coach, who had been watching us play, never even said anything. The game went on as usual.