Conor Dillon – Beginnings Excerpt 5
I knew that I had to obey Shamus without question, He handed me an axe to carry and led me in to the woods. We paused for a moment whilst Shamus examined several trees, he cut a notch in the ones he had selected and told me to chop them down.
It took me ages to chop down the first tree, my arms ached and my hands were starting to blister. I was almost crying with the pain but I was determined not to let down my Mother and my trainer , Shamus. Once again I started chopping, this time on the second tree of the five that Shamus had selected.
Once I had demolished the second tree, I was soaking wet with sweat, my arms were throbbing with pain and my hands were raw and bleeding. Shamus asked to look at my hands, he was clearly annoyed with me.
‘Why didn’t you tell me you were in pain, boy?’ he asked angrily. ‘You are supposed to be toughening me up, you don’t need a cry baby!’ was my angry reply. ‘It’s a slow process, you don’t get tough overnight, you work at it, now I have to fix your hands or there’ll be no chopping tomorrow!’ he said, shaking his head.
I was annoyed with myself, I had behaved like a child. I realised that not only had I let Shamus down, I had let myself down badly too. I felt ashamed.
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