My Experience At A Pizza Restaurant

It was a normal spring night and my baseball game had just started. It was senior night and I was pitching, we had just finish the first half of the first inning. My teammate struck out, it was my turn to hit, I swung for the ball and my leg popped twice. I went down and didn't get back up, My leg was stuck to my chest and I couldn't move it. The visiting team's coach was an EMT he ran over and said ¨this is going to hurt¨ and pulled my leg straight. What had happened was when I swung the bat my leg didn't move and my kneecap dislocated and instead of my ligaments tearing, they stretched and broke my kneecap. This was a challenge for me because this was the first time I had never broken a bone in my life. I went to the doctor and he said nothing was wrong, so my

My first paying job was at the age of 16 for a brand-new Taco Bell with an all-girl crew. Now that I’m reminiscing of those times it brings back good memories of hard work and fun times with a new set of people (co-workers and customers). It was such a learning experience, for me personally having this job was a life saver and helpful money wise. I was a junior in high school and had a lot of extracurricular expenses that at that time my parents didn’t have the means to help with. It was challenging to keep up with my grades, afterschool programs and work but I made it happened with a lot of courage not to quit and learning time management. My parents were proud of me for keeping it all in control and not falling behind in my school work. Working at this fast food restaurant helped me with so much experience in customer service and hospitality.

I’ve had many moments that I didn’t know would change my life, but they ended up impacting me in a big way. One moment was when I applied for kindergarten at my old school. I was only three, so I had no idea how important that time would be. I ended up on the waiting list, but I got in. That school had a huge influence on me. I loved going there. I made many friends that I will have forever, and I learned so much. I had no idea that school would mean so much to me, but looking back on it, it was a huge part of my childhood. Another time was when I interviewed to get into Park. Being accepted to Park and choosing to go to this school took me on a completely different path than if I had gone somewhere else. Right now, I’m in the process of applying to high schools. I don’t know what will happen, but one moment can change everything. In the future I’m also going to have to apply to colleges. There are also other moments that changed my life. An example is when my mom signed me up for gymnastics. I didn’t know I would like it so much, but now I love it. This has had an impact on my identity and the the schools I’ve attended have too. I’m still young, so I’m going to have many times that will change my life and identity in the

When that moment came i was running through the town of Waukee, Iowa with my friends. i jumped a fence when i felt and heard that pop. It was a familiar feeling, i remembered it from the first time my ACL tered, i remembered how its the worse pain i have ever felt. i was yelling “Guys, wait up!” as i sat down on the soggy grass holding my knee, thinking “not this again”. i wondered if i would ever fully recover, if messing around was really worth it. I spent the whole night wondering.

October 16th 2013 I was at work performing my normal duties, when as I lifted on a box to put it on a self above my head, I felt and heard a tearing/popping sound coming from my left shoulder. I was in serious pain after that. My employer had me feel out an accident report, and then sent me to their doctor. After being examined by the doctor, I was told that I just strained my left shoulder and put me on a temporary restriction, which limited the amount of weight I could lift. I was also told to come back for physical therapy once a week. After 5 weeks of physical therapy and with the pain almost unbearable, I decided to go to my own doctor. My doctor examined me and immediately scheduled an MRI. The MRI showed that I had a tear down the

For the past four years of my life I have been majorly involved with my school’s color guard. I went from learning the basics freshman year to leading a large group of girls who were mostly beginners. When senior year rolled around I felt ready to lead my team to victory. Unfortunately, things didn’t turn out the way I had hoped. While sprinting during a practice I land hard on my left side and felt my knee pop out of place. The following week was spent away from guard icing my now grapefruit sized knee. When I went to the doctor I was pretty nervous, but he assured me that it didn’t appear to be serious. When I came in for my second visit my heart sank to see what was waiting for me in his office. It was a pamphlet that said the ins and

The pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I had never broken a bone so I didn’t know it would hurt like this. It felt as if the world’s strongest person had just punched me in the lower back. At the time the pain was shooting all the way from the bottom of my tailbone to my mid-back. There was a tear running down my face. Everyone on my team, and all the parents on the sidelines, knew Iam injured. They knew this because I would never cry during a soccer game unless I was in pain.

Similarly to Christy Brown in My Left Foot, everybody has experienced significant moments in their lives that have shaped the people they are. There is one specific moment in my life that stands out to me as a substantial event in determining my character as a human being. Likewise to Christy Brown finally being able to use writing as a form of communication, I was finally able to appreciate how lucky I am and realize that many other people are not as fortunate. When I was in fourth grade, I stepped outside of my comfort zone and unknowingly gained information that was difficult for me to comprehend at the time, but ended up having an immense effect on the way I view other people. That very day, I learned to treat everybody with kindheartedness because you never know what he or she may be going through in his or her life.

It was June 1967, when my father quit his job as a mechanic and opened a restaurant in Chicago. Being the youngest of eight children (one which died prior to my birth), everyone in the family had to help out in order to make the restaurant a success.

Second football game of my senior year season, I was super hyped to go out there and show people that I can give more effort than I did in our first game against Zimmerman even though we won. Later on in the game, 2nd quarter I made a big tackle on the defensive side against Saint Louis Park then all of a sudden a 350 pound offensive line on the Saint Louis Park team knees me in the back while both teams were in a dog pile. When I got up to get back into the huddle my back felt very stiff and I could barely walk back to the sidelines to my teammates, honestly it was so bad that the refs had to call a timeout but a little back injury didn’t stop

Last year, I was struck by an epiphany about how to react to the troubles of life because of a simple cheer competition in Dallas. At the time however, it was not just a "simple competition." Placing first in the Dallas Spirit Festival was imperative to not only me, but also my team. It was so important to us we practiced for hours on end, day in and day out to ensure our routine was perfect. Going into the competition, we were all very nervous but by the end of this experience I was able to discover something I never realized before; something that would change my outlook on life forever.

I got up and tried to walk it off but something didn't feel right. I felt as though my knees had turned to jello. I sat down on the bench and removed all of the medical tape to find that my knees were covered in blue and black bruises. I started to panic

First I explained my knee dislocation and operation. Then, in return, she told me about her brain tumor and numerous operations. Her storytelling skills were spontaneous. Although I expected her to be pitiful of her condition, her tone was lovely and she embraced her condition fully. I admired her for her bravery and the beauty of innocence within her character. When my therapist began to approach me, she surprised me with good news. I had, finally, received clearance to walk without crutches. Immediately, I began to walk, but within my first few steps, I began to cry. I was overwhelmed with joy that although my knee still had a torn ligament, I was satisfied with the performance it was doing. After completing a set of balancing exercises, I saw my new friend. She waved at me and in seconds, I felt guilty and embarrassed. Unlike my new friend, who embraced her special qualities, I hated mine. However, I realized that my depression and self-hate were unnecessary and immature. I admitted to myself that I had become desperate for an opportunity to escape my reality. That I wanted to deny the reality of my injury, and live in an imaginary

The next day my knee is feeling better so we assumed nothing was wrong but a few days after that I had been running around and playing with friends. As we were playing, one of my friends dared me to jump off of a slide, so I did and boom there goes my knee again numb and hurting a little so I went home to my parents. We realized it was the same sort of thing but we all assumed it was a minor sprain so we iced it and elevated it. The next day it was gone and then it happened one other time a few days later and we finally started to realize something was wrong but we still put it off. The last and final time was when I was at jujitsu and I was doing the usual warm up. At the time I was doing burpees and as I got up to jump from the pushup position I pulled my legs into me chest and “SNAP” my knee had completely given out and I was in the worst pain I had ever experienced to this day. My knee could not and would not move so my Jujitsu

It was April 2010 and I was playing in the South Atlantic Conference Basketball Championship. I left the ground for a layup and when I came back down, I was in excruciating pain. I couldn’t walk for a few days and when I went to my doctor, he told me my knee was sprained. I spent months reading a plethora of articles online. I nagged my parents for months to take me to a different doctor. They finally