How I almost lost my eye.

Isn't it funny how two people can view a situation entirely different from one another.  For example:
One summers day I was at my cousins house in Colorado.  The adults were inside talking about something boring.  My cousin, Travis, and I were in the front yard.  We had found an old plastic baseball bat.  The top and wore completly off, and we were putting rocks down the hollow tube, pulling the bat back over our shoulder, and flinging the rocks soaring into the field across the street.  My technique was over the shoulder, flinging the bat up over my head.  Travis stepped up, confident he could beat my distance.  "Look," He says to me.  "I got this down.  Swing the bat like an actual baseball bat, and you can pull it back farther, see."  He puts the bat up like he's going to blast a home run.  I did see.  My way you had to stop the rotation so the bat was horizontal, so the rock wouldn't slide out.  On his swing, he could bring the bat all the way around, getting full momentum built up before the rock came out.  "Okay," I say.  "Lets see this."  He slides a rock down the bat, pulls back, and lets the bat fly.  I was standing twenty feet to his right, and the rock released early, careening into my face.  This is where I have my first out of body experience.  I saw Travis swinging, and then I heard screaming.  Who was screaming? I thought.  Then I thought, Hey, why can't I see anything?  Then I realized I was the one screaming.  Why was I...  And then the pain hit, sending me into shock.  I couldn't move my right eyelid. I realized my hands were cupping my face, and pulled them down and cracked my left eye open.  Blood covered my hands.  The image didn't help the pain.  I shut my eyes, put my hands back on my face, and just went right on screaming.  Suddenly I was grabbed by someone.  I cracked my eye again.  Through alot of blood I see Trevor, Travis' brother.  He's a huge football player built guy.  I can't be seen crying and screaming infront of him.  Then I realize he's leading me to the house.  I REALLY can't be seen sobbing infront of the rest of my cousins and family.  I manage to shut up, but I still am sniffly somewhat.  I thought I started hiccuping from the sudden strain I had put on my voice, but the pain is so much I don't even notice.  I'm led into the living room. A bomb of confusion and choas explodes.  People are running around, trying to figure out what they should do.  My mom and uncle take me from my cousin and set me down.  After a lot of questions, none of which I can remember, I get an ice pack and something to bite on.  "You're pretty brave, not crying," My uncle says.  I smile, knowing I had saved myself the humiliation of looking like a baby.  Though I also realize most people would be screaming by the sight of all the blood.  My breathing goes from franticly hyperventalating to lightly feverish.  I calm down.  I almost can't feel any pain anymore, or for the matter, the entire right side of my face.  Everything had gone numb.  Then, something occured to me.  I ask quickly, "Will I lose my eye?"  My uncle and my mom look at eachother.  "Maybe." was the reply.  I might lose my eye.  Holy crap.  I probably was going to lose it.  I was going to lose my eye.  I panicked.  And then I realized something.  I was going to lose my eye.  I WAS GOING TO LOSE MY EYE!  What a great stroke of luck.  I was going to lose an eye.  Something deep down knew getting losing an eye would instantly make me cool, more interesting.  I could wear a patch.  I had found the silver lining of the dark cloud.  I wanted to lose my eye. "You could impress some people with a glass eye," my uncle said.  "You could pop it out whenever."  A glass eye? I hadn't thought of that.  The silver lining grew. I smiled.  "It would be better if you just didn't lose your eye." My mom of course had to be the practical, sensible person.
Well, unfortunatly (or fortunatly, depending on who you asked.) I didn't lose my eye.  I did, however, have the worst black eye known to man.  I had to wear a patch, which was okay, but not the same as actually losing the eye.  The patch stayed for a month because bright lights were like shots of electricity shooting through my retina and striking the back of my brain.  But, somehow, my eye recovered perfectly.  The scars faded after a year, and I don't have any after effects.  It's funny that at the time I was in so much pain, but deep down I was excited to lose my eye. Everyone else had no idea the pain I felt, yet they all prayed for me not to lose my eye.  I wish they hadn't.