Fathers Day 2009, me and my brothers wanted to do something different with our dad this year to celebrate the day. For years past we have always woken up early, thrown on collared shirts and plaid pants and hit the links. Personally I don't really care for golf, it's too slow paced and I get very antsy. So this year we planned to get a bunch of friends, family, dads... whoever, together to go paintballing instead. We head down about an hour away from our quiet Chicago suburbs to a more rural area just outside of Joliet. CPX Sports is located out that way and is an amazing place to play paintball. There are 20+ courses spread out all over the place with loads of different games to play, this would be perfect. We got our stuff together in the parking lot and walked towards the entrance. Big John was there waiting for our private party as we entered the facilities to begin our day of bruises, welts and fun.
Big John leads us over towards the picnic area where we are to get our rental equipment; masks and guns. As we are walking through the grass and dirt towards the picnic area I step on something that feels strange in my shoe, almost like a large jagged stone somehow made it's way up the side of my shoe and under my heel without me noticing until I stepped down. Not thinking anything of it I stepped down again and this is when I realized it was definitely not just a rock. I stopped and pulled the sole of my shoe up to further examine what was causing this uncomfortable pain in my heel. I was not expecting what I saw starring back at me. A 4" rusty wood nail was sticking out of my shoe and stuck into my heel. I immediately reached down and pulled it out, setting on the picnic table in front of Big John, who said nothing. I sat down and took off my shoe to see the damage. I had never stepped on a nail before but had always imagined it to be a terribly painful so I expected the worst when I removed my shoe and sock.
