I began to get serious playing time my sophomore year and we were having a phenomenal year (we won state in fact). As we moved through our season, the last regular season game came along. In the fourth quarter of the very last game we were beating a district rival with 10 minutes left to play. We had just scored and we kicked off to them. He was running down the side like and as i stopped to make the tackle.i blew out my left knee on a kick off. When i tell you its hard to beat a pain like that i’ve broken every bone you can think of, I've been stabbed,
When I was in seventh grade, I broke my ankle playing basketball it was the worst
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
It was May 23th, 2015, two days before Memorial Day. This weekend was also the Pacesetter Soccer Invitational. It was the 1st game we had played in the tournament and I was going in for a tackle. I put my right foot in front of the ball to get it, and the girl kept going. She knocked me over because she was a lot taller than me (surprise). I hit the ground so hard. She kept dribbling, but I knew I could not give up. I got back I could not catch up with her because there was a shooting pain in my back.
I was excited for a new beginning in my career, maybe to prepare me for high school in the upcoming years. The idea of beating boys in soccer got me excited, my blood pumping harder through my veins and put an extra spring in my step. It was the first practice of our middle school season, where my life would be turned upside down. I ran down the field as normal, going for another shot on goal, but out of nowhere one of boys came from behind and completely took out my knee, causing me to collapse in pain. Lying down on the field, my sanctuary, the place I saw as home was probably the most grueling time of my life. Injuries were common in my life, but this injury was unlike any other. I could not get up off the field and felt as if there was nothing left in my knee, and every time I tried to get up, I fell right back down. I never sat out a practice until that night and figured one day would be enough. One night was clearly not enough, I was never able to catch back up to my full speed, or be able to cut around the field, which resulted in moving positions from forward, to defense to cut back on the running. I thought this would a temporary position, but I played every game in
When I was four years old I fell off the bleachers and hurt myself poorly. This was a very critical condition in which hurt me in several ways. But not only I wasn’t being watched and I got told to run down the bleachers. This was just a start to everything when my head hit the cold hard ground at the softball park.
It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.
It happened on a sunny, summer day in Cincinnati. The score was Tippecanoe City 1 and West Virginia 0 in the Go-rilla semi-final game. It was in the second half of the soccer game with less than five minutes left to play. An opposing player had a breakaway down the sideline. He had an open shot on goal and as a defensive fullback, my job was to run in front of him to try and block his shot. The next thing I heard was a big loud “SNAP!” I looked down at my arm to realize that it was broken. After that, I instantly went to the ground and started to scream for help. The first person to arrive was my coach. My arm didn’t look right at all. They immediately called a golf cart to come over and take me to our car. They asked to call a
So, when I was like five I used to hang out with Nick, Dakota, Kiser, Collin, Dawson, and a few other boys. That day it was just us six though. The boys were jumping off of the equipment at recess. We were playing “transformers”. I decided to just run around and not jump off it. I went down the slide and stuff like that. I was smarter than them and knew something would happen. They kept jumping and trying to make me but I refused. It was about a five foot jump down. They kept pushing me and literally tried to push me off a few times. After about ten minutes of this I finally decided to jump. It was fun at first and I kept going for a while. I would jump, run around to the stairs, crawl through the tunnel, and jump again. I did this about twelve times until they thought it would be funny to push me off. I’m sure my face was priceless when I realized what was happening. I ended up trying to land correctly but messed up and landed on the side of my right ankle so it turned in and immediately went down. The boys jumped off and surrounded me, looking at me because they had no idea what happened. I couldn’t get up until they blew the whistle and I had to. I ended up being able to get up but had tears in my eyes (I didn’t like to cry and still don’t. I like to think I’m tough and no matter what happens I’ll be ok.). I hobbled back to class while everyone else was running back. I almost made it back when one of the aid’s stopped me. She said “Oh my gosh, are you ok!?”. I looked at her and
One time in 7th grade I was going over some hurdles in practice. It was right before a meet, and my foot got caught on one of the hurdles and i fell. I landed on my wrist and it hurt. When I got up, I looked at my wrist and it was swollen and I couldn’t move it or feel it. I went up to coach and asked her if I could go get some ice, I did.
Artie was running right behind me and I was not looking in front of me, and I tripped on someone's shoe and landed on my arm wrong, “snap”. We went inside from recess and I went to Base(An after school care place). We went outside for recess in Base. I had nothing to do. Luckily, my mom picked me up. I told her that I hurt my arm at recess.
One day when it was really hot outside we went swimming in Vincent's pool and played marco polo. I was trying to escape the person who was it by going underwater and when I started to come up out of the water I felt someone's foot clawing at my back. Once I emerged I saw Matthew was the only person near me so i knew that he did so I yelled at him. He pleaded that it wasn't him and his friends backed him up so I decided to stop playing and sat in a chair near the pool looking at my painful wound. After they were done playing in the pool they wanted to jump on the trampoline. I joined them and had fun for a bit until Matthew sent me flying into the
“Are you going to turn me in?” Shin asked, bewildered that he wasn’t being punished for his escape already. Shin was convinced that Sung would immediately snitch on him to protect himself and hopefully to gain special treatment, since that was what he had been taught all of his life (Harden 3). Sung was clearly not wealthy, so turning in a runaway was in his best interest, especially since the rules of Camp 14 clearly stated that “anyone who tries to escape will be shot immediately, and anyone who witnesses an escape and doesn’t report it will be shot immediately” (Camp 14- Total Control Zone).
It was an ordinary recess in first grade. I was playing basketball, running around, and just being a normal 1st grader. Playing around was like my whole life, also playing sports was too. The whistle blew for the kids to line up to go back inside. I was running to the line so I could be first, I was running without paying attention where I was running towards. Next thing I knew, CRACK!!! I felt something crack in my shoulder. The pain felt like someone dropping a bowling ball dropping on my shoulder. I was gra00bbing shoulder because if I didn’t then I felt like my shoulder would fall off. The teacher came to me and asked what had just happened. I explained everything, next thing I knew she called the office and told them that “I have a student coming down right now.” She walked me down to the office.
I was one house away from my friend house and all of a sudden Bam I fell on the ground. My knee was twisted and I fell on top of it . I laid there for a while I tried to make my way over, but I just gave up I was in too much pain.