Personal Narrative-Scarred For Life

A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright

I feel a sense of calmness wash over me. My thoughts are peaceful and positive. I am confident and capable. I sleep a deep, healing sleep. I wake in the morning refreshed and renewed.

On June 27th, 2016, I severely fractured my tibia, fibula, and ankle after an approximate 20-foot climbing fall. It was the worst injury in my outdoor athletic career. The following four months since the accident consisted of surgery, immobilization, rehabilitation, and ultimately returning to sporting fitness. I was told the damage was so bad that I might have a permanent limp, which would effectively end climbing, skiing, and running. The toughest part is to admit you yourself that you made a mistake and it has the potential to affect an athletic and outdoor lifestyle. I didn’t have a lot of hope after the accident, but over the course of the recovery, I grew stronger, not only in body, but in mind as well. Injury and

On September 2nd 2016 my best friend, Ashley Minor, who is a single mom of two, was working her twelve house shift at the hospital. At the end of her shift her life stopped for a short time when she received a phone call that her 8 year old son Teagan, was hit by a car, and had multiple injuries.

The 2 minute gun went off! It wasn’t time to be sentimental, that wouldn’t win the day for us, but we all had the same thought on our mind: “Win this race for Andrew.” And before we all knew it, there we were, on the starting line about to run our race, and a few seconds later, Crack!, another pistol shot and the race had begun. Honestly, while I run my races, I tend not to think. I usually have a fairly catchy metal track glued to my head and I tend to only replay the song constantly in my mind until I would hit the 800m mark and my instincts would fire up my adrenaline. Today’s selection was Day by Day by Miss May I, and much like the namesake of the song, I tried to run my race stride by stride with all the heart and ability I could possibly give. I don’t remember finishing, but I do remember being handed the boys JV champions ribbon. As cliché as it might sound now, the Liberty Lions walked away from their home invite with some definite pride, and I have no doubts Andrew was smiling down on

Throughout our lives, every person encounters hardships that put a strain on other aspects of our lives. The biggest hardship that I have faced was taking care of my wife after she suffered a severe head injury while at work. The injury was the result of a salad fridge door falling and striking the back of her head, causing her to receive a severe concussion that lead to post-concussion syndrome. As a result, she became completely dependent on me. Some of the major hardships that we faced during these times are finances, helping her cope with her injury while she recovered, and maintaining my 4.0 GPA.

It was the big day for me and the team it would be our last race before going to state. Though I’m a good runner I know that this year still isn’t my year to strive for state because I still need to get faster. For right now though, I was planning on—kicking—major butt! As my team and I got off the bus we headed towards camp, passing at least twenty or more schools. Once, at camp I got my last bib for the season and began walking the course with my team. We all talked and laughed like a big family and honestly we were a big family.

I was eight months old when my chubby little body broke its strongest bone. Being my outgoing, curious self I was beginning to become more and more comfortable with the edges of my parents bed. With my brother not paying attention, I decided to test my knowledge of life. The result of me falling to the ground is captured in photographs, a chubby kid with a groin high blue cast, sitting on top of the same bed.

When I was a sophomore in high school, my mom developed severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. We had just moved to Portland so my family had no external support. As the oldest child, I found myself taking on the role of caregiver, secretary, and housekeeper in addition to AP student.

After suffering the past four years from multiple concussions with limited help, you begin to feel that recovering is just about impossible. I have essentially been at the same recovery level the past four years with only small improvements in my well-being. The Doctors I had gone to in the past were very limited in what they could do for me. Until rcently if you asked me if I ever felt I would be able to fully recovery from my concussions the answer would be, no. This answer completely changed after returning from Cerebrum Health Centers in Dallas, Texas. I was very fortunate to have come across Cerebrum when I was looking for information for my website. Shortly after I had found out about the Brain Center I was on a plane to Dallas to go

A couple of years ago, one night, I was about to propose to my girlfriend before an nfl game tbh, when my roommate Joseph barged into the room out of nowhere, tripped and fell over, breaking a glass table with his face. Totally ruined the mood. Now, I didn't know Joseph THAT well, don't even remember where he was from, but let' just say I put my plans on hold to help him through his injuries.Joseph had gotten a big glass shard in his eye, making him completely blind in that eye. He was walking around with one of those cotton pads on his eye for a couple of months. Then suddenly, he disappeared, along with my girlfriend .Apparently they'd bonded during the time after his injuries, and eloped together , left me behind without as much as a note.

An interesting event occurred early Saturday morning near the town square in Pittman County. A tractor tire exploded and blew a man onto the top of a Standard Oil sign. The man’s name will be kept anonymous to protect his identity, and we are happy to report that the man is alive, although he attained some injuries, and it is possible that he will have permanent damage to his hearing.

I straightened up and saw Adrianna bounding forward in my peripheral vision. Something about someone to catch up to makes me run better. My feet were barely touching the ground as I ran faster than I have before. Just before the finish line I ducked my head forward slightly to gain that extra millisecond. I hopped onto the mat to stop and stood still, waiting for two officials to confirm our lane and school. I was out of breath and my legs hurt but I was satisfied. I congratulated the girls on either side of me for a good race and made my way to get water. I saw Adrianna ran for 7.42 seconds, a personal best even for her. Patricia Adesanya from Lowell Catholic ran 7.70 seconds, another personal best. My name popped up in third, and I was proud of myself even before I saw the time. Along with earning my team a precious six points towards TCLs, I qualified for states with a personal best of 7.90 seconds!

The home stretch is about 120 feet away, and we’re giving it all we have. My legs are kicking so fast I’m barely in the saddle. I feel like I’m forgetting to breathe, as my breaths are far and few between. Finally, we get to the timer, and the race is over. I round him off to get him to slow down and eventually stop. Dust flies everywhere as my supportive family cheers. Anxiously a waiting our time, we catch our breaths. Finally, the announcement is called: “20.13 seconds for Marissa and Shyster.” I give Shyster a huge hug around his

The whole team of 12 girls instantly screaming once coach finished the letter. Screaming cheering is all you could see. Jumping and the girls hugging each other, after the cheering settled down coach had us run, pass, set, and pretty much warm up with our partners. Madi and I ran the stretches. Soon after all that we had a water