For the first time in my entire life, I screamed. It was the combination of frustration, fear, physical pain, and mental exhaustion that seemed to erupt the volcano in my throat. I always wondered how I would scream if I ever had to. Would I scream like a girl? Would it be a heroic, victory scream, or would it just be a generic war-cry like the canned Wilhelm Scream used in so many movies? Well, it was none of those. It was just
the sound of pain, I guess. Toward the end of my scream I swept my arm downward harder and faster than ever, even faster than when I used to want to be a pitcher in Little League and I would literally rip my adolescent arm out of its socket because I would try so hard.