Personal Narrative: Just Another Bump In The Road

At the age of nine, I watched my uncles lowering my father into the ground and what took his life was addiction. All my life I have watched addiction take over the lives of people, I love. My father's side of the family, besides my grandparents, has always faced addiction. Although, addiction runs through my blood, I will not take the same path I have watched people take all my life. I will be the one to end the cycle. Watching the majority of my family waste their life has motivated me to change the direction and better myself from living a life of addiction and misery.

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

Not on the outside, but on the inside. Now, I was determined that I wanted to win, no matter what the pain was. After all, no pain, no gain! I went back on the field and went off. I caught every single ball that was even thrown even in my direction, and later I found out that if I could get two fingers on the ball, it was as good as caught. The coach kept me in the rest of the game, and I realized that I was in the zone. I didn’t hear any of the trash-talking the other players did, I didn’t hear the fans, I didn’t even twist and turn and juke out the defenders, my body did for me automatically. I didn’t feel any of the pain, I did not realize that I scored so many touchdowns, I was pure adrenaline. Before I knew it, the score was 49-56 Montgomery, the fourth quarter, there were only 50 seconds left on the clock, we were at our own 20-yard line, and we had no timeouts remaining at all. This was the real test, to see if we deserved to be the champions. One touchdown, 6 points would reduce the loss by one, and the extra point would tie the game. But, if we went for the two-point conversion, then the game would be over, one way or

Her father’s words echoed through her head as one might hear a reverberation throughout the Taj Mahal. Continuous. Chilling. Having no control to distill the wavelengths until they mellowed out on their own accord. She tried to anatomize the depth of his phrase, more than dutifully needed but Davina needed to know why. Why did she need to keep an open mind and more importantly, who the hell was about to come bursting through that door. But then again, did it really matter in the first place. When she thought about it, the brunette could have laughed at the idea. That an unattributed, faceless figure had her panties in a bunch. Surely Dominic wouldn’t think to waste her time with venial diversions,

But I got up after every play, stood right back in the huddle, echoed the next play to our offense, and did the same thing all over again. I began to hate my position and hate playing the sport. But I continued to fight because it represented something bigger than myself. I knew the sacrifices my teammates were making for me, so I did everything in my power to help them out as much as I possibly could every Friday night. But my performance relied on my decisions within 1.5 seconds. Sometimes, those quick decisions did not always benefit me or the team. Late in our season, I threw an interception, and out of anger I went full head of steam to tackle a much bigger outside linebacker, injuring my shoulder, and ending my football career right there on the field. If I could go back, I would've checked for the zone pass coverage like I was coached to, and saw that outside linebacker drop into my receiver’s zone and avoided and interception. But I wouldn't have changed my reaction. Had I not made that tackle, the linebacker would've cruised into the end zone, scoring a touchdown. The instantaneous decisions people make can be

When I came back into the game I felt the energy from my teammates then we just started dogging Saint Louis Park on every single play our defense was on the field, the final score was 48 –7. The next

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Its 2 minutes and forty two seconds left on the clock. Coach mason called a few plays to run the clock down just in case if the play, he called for me to go in with the score didn’t work and the opposing have a lot of time to go down and score. Right before coach mason called the play he looked at me, and gave me a head nod, I knew it was time for me to come through for the team and fulfill my responsibility. We were on the opposing team 33 yard line, I was a little nervous, but confident in my abilities, the ball was snapped Devin threw the ball to me, on the same Seminole screen that I had just ran a couple of plays back, I caught the ball set up the block for Keonte’ worked my way towards the sideline I saw Brandon in front of me and a couple of would be defenders. I made a move towards the inside to give Brandon a leverage on the block so it would open the lane for me to score as I approached the end zone knowing I was going to take a hit I stuck the ball out with two hands past the goal line and I went in for the touchdown. The crowd and the sidelines went crazy, I was the hero of the game. I finished the game with 4 catches for 103 yards and 2 touchdowns.

There I was on the block next to the High Bar. It was about 5:00 at night when my coach told me to do a Kip. As I got up on the bar my nose filled with the smell of chalk. I started to swing, and as I came out of my half turn I looked good. Everything seemed fine but as I came to the part of the Kip where I have to pull my legs up to the bar, I slammed my shins into the bar. My momentum was stopped and I dropped on to the mat, missing the Kip. I felt like I had let down my coach and I had let down myself too. That day I experienced failure. That failure made me want my Kip even more so I worked harder and had support from my teammates.

    The game is in our favor until the second half. We kept them with no score, but then the got two touchdowns. The score was 7-12 by then. We had to tie it up with a big 3rd down. Jaylen, our quarterback, throws a long pass to Solo our tight end . Solo elusively dodges the defenders and scores a touchdown. All that was left for us to do was make the field goal that would put us up by one. Our kicker, Devon sets up to kick. Everyone on the edge of their seats waiting to see the outcome of this play. He kicks the ball and then… It goes in! “Kick is good!” the referee shouts. “Holy Cross up 13-12, what an amazing

I was running down the field against Inter Lakes biggest rival Moultonborough. As the ball floats through the air heading towards the goalie I know I can reach, but I knew it would be close. As I approached the now rolling ball, I realize that the goalie would make it just before me. Desperate for a goal I go to the last resort and decide to slide for the ball. I slide as quickly as possible which resulted in me getting the slightest of touch on the ball that it slips past the goalie. I now realized that I had a chance to score the goal I had worked for since the beginning of the game. With the goalie out of position, I go to propel my body back up with my hand. As my hand hits the frozen fall ground it bent back and the sound of my bone braking ran through my body.

Have you ever been so desperate for something that you modify your motive in its entirety? Throughout my life I’ve found myself placed in this frightening situation multiple times; the most confusing of which would be what I’ve endured this year. People in their 20s have it rough. We’re old enough to feel like we’re supposed to know what we’re doing, yet young enough to roll in the tide aimlessly and clueless and it still be acceptable. Then there’s those of us who believe we’ve got it all figured out only to be proven tremendously wrong. I have learned, however, that being tremendously wrong can lead you right where you need to be.

Knowing this was the last play I knew in my heart that I had to drive this kid into the dirt, more than I had been doing all night. I heard the last word that set me off, ‘’HIKE’’. I blasted out of my three point stance and pancaked this kid into the ground, looking around for anyone else that I could block, but I heard nothing but the thud of the kid hitting the ground. I turned back to see all the other linemen looking up at me from there three point stance, and our quarterback with the ball in his hands kneeling on the turf. That was game, we had won, and the kid I drove to the dirt got up, looked me in the eyes and said ‘’Good

At the end of the first half someone had dove into the side of knee. I had fallen over and felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my life. I am laying there and say to myself, “I will not stay down and give up on myself.” Halftime comes along and Coach Doc pulls me to the side and said, “you are done for the night.” I told him to his face, “I will not be taken out as this is my last year to shine. Nothing will stand in my way.” So I finish the game and come to find out I had sprained my knee bad. Once again I will not have nothing come in front of me this year. Our biggest game of perhaps the whole year was against the Wilson Bulldogs. This was a game I was going to war for my brothers that I love deeply. Second play of this game I get blindsided and my knee buckles. I felt that pain but said no to it and got right back up and played the rest of the game. I had played a great game and we had handed them their worst loss in many years. The moral of my story is to never give up on yourself and the others around you just because things are not going your way. If you give it some time they will eventually fall into your hand and then it is up to you if you want to take them or

There was no way we were going to lose that game, we wouldn’t let some team that we knew we were better than beat us. The fourth quarter became so intense, you could feel it on the field. We mounted our come back play by play. Each play involved giving it our all. We smashed into each other which made a noise so loud it sounded like a shotgun going off. Our coaches were yelling plays to our quarterback. Coach knew he had finally picked the perfect play to help us gain momentum. The center snapped the ball directly to the running back whom happened to be me. It was a misdirection play, which was meant to try and confuse are opponents. Well the play did its job, perfectly. I was so tired from playing the whole game that when I was running it felt like I was pulling a truck. Even though I was tired I knew if I gave it everything I had it would help my team so I did. I ran as fast as I could, so fast that in that moment I could’ve been the fastest person in the world. So I just kept going, nothing was going to bring me down. I bumped into someone from the other team but that didn’t even affect me. I kept my legs moving, chopping, anything that I could do to