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...with a nod and a mumble, the bullrider turned and left the room...the trainer stepped over to his bag to get some tape and a funny-looking sock for my foot...i heard a noise out in the hall caused by someone in a hurry and turned my attention toward the source of the sound...standing in the door, breathing heavily, was the bullrider with a ten pound bag of ice in each hand...twenty pounds of ice...he came banging through the door, calling to the trainer, "if this is not enough, i'll go get more...i ran to the ice machine and back as fast as i could..."
...i couldn't see the trainers' facial response because the tears welling up in my eyes blurred my vision...but i heard him say, "well...there's no doubt about how grateful you are...i think we've got enough ice here to stop the swelling all the way up to his neck..."...the bullrider placed the ice next to me, hugged me again and said, "if you need anything else, let me know...i can never thank you enough for saving me..."
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