Essay about Unforgettable experience

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

The second practice we went straight to work. Coach Andy made us run as well as tackling drills. It was during one of these tackling drills that Mike had gotten injured. One of the team members had accidentally hit Mike’s elbow with his helmet. Mike was in severe pain and the coach insisted he keep doing push ups. I went over to Mike and tried to talk to him but he was in too much pain to even hold a conversation. Eventually, the coach realized he was injured and sent him to the bench. The next day, Mike was in an arm sling and was forced to quit the season.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

He was getting closer to the goal than I was comfortable with, so I stepped in front of him and cut him off. When I did this, he made a 180 degree turn up the field and so did I. I tried to at least. There was a gaping hole in the field, one much too big than there should have been. I planted my right foot to make the cut and it all went downhill from there. My ankle twisted and I heard all sorts of disgusting noises. It snapped, it cracked and it popped. As soon as my back hit the pitch I tried to get back up, but I couldn’t. At this point, I knew that my senior soccer season was over and my last chance at beating those people who were so mean to me had slipped right through my

Most people would say that once you go through certain things, they change you and some would say for the better and some would say for the worst. It all depends on how you look at it and if you want to learn from it or let it haunt you for the

Final minutes of the first half winding down, my team was marching down the field with a purpose. Across the gridiron was our rival team, Mayfield, who we had beat the previous year in the state championship game. It was a cold November night and the stage was set, playing on their home field, “The Field of Dreams,” in Las Cruses, New Mexico in the semi-finals of the state tournament. Up 14-0, we had the ball and were trying to score before going into halftime. I was handed the ball for a running play and then it happened. Falling to the ground as if I had been shot, I had completely torn my hamstring. I was in complete shock as I lay on the ground. As the pain

We only had two games left and I was determined to play. By the next game I was suited up and ready to play. My ankle was still swollen and still a bit tender. By the end of the first quarter I was practically in tears. What was I to do in this situation? The team was counting on me and I refused to let them down. Nothing was the same, I couldn't run as fast, my reaction time was slower with the fear that I might injure my ankle even worse. We won the game by a landslide a girl on my team was fouled shooting a Hail Mary. There was no time left on the clock and she made all 3 free throws giving is a one point lead. The next game coach noticed me limping a little and insisted that I stay out and rest for a little because track season was right around the corner. Of course it had already started it always runs into basketball season. I thought long and hard and determined I would I test the water. I went through warm ups, ran up and down the court a few times, did some ankle exercises, I still wasn't sure if I should go for it or not. I told my coach and she looked bummed but she told me she cared more about my health and told me to sit up closer to her. This was one of the most important games of the year. In order to get into playoffs we had to win this game. Everything was looking bright until two of our starting five fouled out in the beginning of the fourth quarter. I was nervous and really anxious to see how this would unfold.

It was the aftermath of the Friday night game that I’ve given any signs of an injury, and my family and close ones felt sorrow for me and the following Monday. Throughout my life, peers and elders engraved an image onto me being that sports held a bright future for me, and it will lead to the true path of greatness, and one single injury puts me an aggravating, melancholy rut. Viewing my teammates playing angered me since the injury forced me into a world of therapy for the rest of the season. All the promises I made for myself were undone, athletic scholarships, the path to greatness, and my only school pastime and passion flowed throughout my body and into a pipe dream.

My knee suddenly feels as if someone set it on fire, and I instantly know something terrible has happened. My body quickly goes into shock, and I succumb to a sea of blackness. Awaking I hear a loud, sobbing sound of a wounded animal, slowly realizing that sound has come from myself. I open my eyes to see my mom, Coach Pendleton, and the athletic trainer leaning over me with questioning looks, as if they can not see the pain that I am feeling. All three are shouting questions at me as the red and black crowd sits silently with horrified faces. The trainer’s mouth is moving but I have no idea what she is saying, and it is as if I have lost my hearing, because the pain is too much too bear. Finally, I start to regain my thoughts and I can hear the trainer asking, “can you locate your pain for me?” I point to my knee, which is already swollen like a balloon. My mom and Coach Pendleton slowly help me to my feet and carry me to the sidelines like a child, where my team is staring at me with tear-filled eyes. I overhear the trainer talking in hushed voice with my mom, saying, “ I am concerned with the amount of swelling in the ACL area of her knee.” My stomach drops as I consider what she's just said. I will miss many games of my senior year, in the sport I love. My heart slowly shatters as I sit

Any one person can have a number of experiences, both good and bad, big and small. Not all of these will change or shape a person, but all of them have the opportunity to depending on how they are perceived by the person and when they occur. One large experience that has drastically impacted my life is coping with bipolar disorder.

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

About thirty minutes in to our game my team was down 2 – 0. Andrew being the soccer player that he is didn’t like the feeling of being behind. “Give me the ball. Let’s go” said Andrew as he started to push the ball down the middle of the field. Andrew is a very technical soccer player. He liked to focus on his footwork and in some way try to intimidate his opponent just by kind of showing off. So as Andrew makes his way passed mid-field I could see an open space in the defense. I could not decide if I wanted to fill in the gap and maybe score or play it safe and let Andrew do all of the dirty work inside of the box. Of course I didn’t want to just sit back and let my teammate do all of the work so I dashed into the box. I was standing in the box about as wide open as the Great Plains. After Andrew finally realized that I was open he gave me one of the most perfect through passes I had ever seen. As soon as the ball came my way I could see the defense start to collapse in on me. In my head I just thought that I could pull off some fancy trick and blow right past these suckers, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. I rolled my foot over the ball and as soon as my foot touched the ground my ankle just gave in. All I heard was a loud popping noise as I fell to the ground. I grabbed my ankle as I was feeling the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life. My fiends all walked over to help me get

As I sat there and let the doctor examine my knee and diagnosis me with a “left knee sprain”. I started to cry. I already knew the outcome that I had a torn ACL (anterior cruciate ligament). I tried to continue to play on it until one time I was playing in a tournament, and I went up to block a girls shot and landed on my

My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.

Throughout life I have had many memorable events. The memorable times in my life vary from being the worst times in my life and some being the best, either way they have become milestones that will be remembered forever. The best day of my life was definitely the day that I received my drivers' license. This day is one of the most memorable because of the feelings I had when I received it, the opportunities that were opened up for me and the long lasting benefits that I received from it that still exist today.