<p>Okay, here's the story:</p>
<p>In ninth grade, I flipped over a broken tennis net at my school. It was a freak accident, and I wound up hitting my elbow. I was pretty sure I broke it, but we didn't have health insurance so I kept quiet about it. I went to a doctor and a radiologist and they both said it was fine, so I put a sling on it for two weeks and went right back to school and my violin quartet.</p>
<p>Finally, while playing my violin at a holiday benefit, I said I was in excruciating pain. An orthopedic from my synagogue took a look at my X-rays and said that I had shattered my capitellum, a very rare and serious elbow injury. It's so rare that I had to go to a special surgeon and he did a documentary on me and everything. Anyway, despite the fears that the bone had died due to lack of blood, three surgeries and months of physical therapy later I regained about 75% of the use of my arm. </p>
<p>The summer, I couldn't sleep and was stretching my arm late at night. Miraculously, it straightened out entirely! I continued to work at stretching it out and against the medical odds I've regained pretty much the full use of my arm. </p>
<p>The thing is, my dad wants me to write my college essay on this experience and how I continued working despite my injury, didn't sue the school, kept stretching my arm and how it sparked my interest in medicine (I want to be a neurologist).</p>
<p>I say it sounds like every other 'I hurt myself playing sports and nursed myself back to health and it taught me perseverance'. Thoughts? Could this work?</p>