X-Rays-Personal Narrative

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

In the article “Playing With Pain” by Michelle Crouch, published by Scholastic SCOPE, in December 2015 and January 2016, is about how when you specialize in one sport, you put a lot pressure on yourself to do well and be the best you can be, but some consequences can be life changing.

Sports has always been a huge part of my life. I would be the one team player who took the sports season a little bit too seriously. I was the number 1 doubles player on my school's JV tennis team. Unfortunately, I fractured my ankle during my junior year and wasn't able to play with my team. I was devastated, but I didn’t allow myself to become disconnected from my team. I became the team manager to allow myself to still play a role in my team, despite my injury. I would record scores to my division leaders and take pictures to post on the website I created for my team. After the season was over, my doctor told me my ankles required surgery to become fully healed. I knew that meant I couldn’t continue to play tennis, but I didn’t want to give

I have played soccer continuously from age 3 to 18. Four years ago, I tore my right ACL. I endured surgery and 6 months of physical therapy, then almost 2 years later to the day, I was told the same fate again. I had torn the ACL in my left knee this time. Why did this awful injury have to strike me twice? Once again, I endured the months of rehabilitation and soon returned to the field. Having to go through this twice as a teen taught me that perseverance and determination will help you achieve what you want in life. Even though I spent almost 2 years away from the field, I still made every effort to be there for my teammates. Some days I didn’t want to get out of bed because of the pain, I didn’t want to go to therapy, and I wanted to quit.

September 13, 2014, it was my fourth official varsity soccer game as a freshman and I was starting. I was put on outside wing, defending one of the strongest seniors Horseheads High School had and I was nothing but confident and motivated. All of the sudden I hear a few pops and a crack and I was on the ground and was unable to move my right leg. Complete shock filled my body and I did not know how to react; my older sister and my coach flashed in front of my eyes and I could not comprehend what was happening. Later that week I was told I had torn my ACL and I would be out of soccer for approximately six months.

This has affected me by making me play even if I’m in a bad condition. One time, I fractured my finger in practice, and when I went to take an X-ray, the doctors said I had to wait for 2 months until I can play again. I told myself that these were the times that would make me different from other people. On the following week, I couldn’t stand watching anymore, so I got the closest tape I could find. I wrapped my fingers together to stop the pain and I started playing. This paid off for me because the coach can now rely on me to stay in the game even if I have the worst

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

I must acknowledge I do not exactly remember. It was during a Field Hockey game where we had no substitutes and the other team was brutal. In total I was collided with three times that game. The first blow was insignificant. The other girl only bumped the side of my head. The second and third time occurred virtually simultaneously. An aggressive girl and I both went for the ball at the same time and rammed my head straight on and she pushed me back then so I clobbered onto the ground, smacking the back of my head on the ground. After the girl was carded for rough play I continued to stay in the game because as I said earlier, we had no substitutes. I continued on the field, very confused, and quite nauseous. After the game I told my coach how I felt. She did not give much attention to the problem because she did not believe I was hit that hard. Going home, I called my father to tell him how I felt. My speech was slurred and my thinking process was not clear. I could not tell him what happened in straight sentences. I had long pauses in between my single thoughts. Getting home that night my parents still pushed me to do my Calculus homework. Looking at the textbook, I was completely lost. Even more lost than normal. I could barely remember what the equations and symbols meant. The next day I went to the doctors and I left with an official diagnosis of a

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.

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.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

Shortly after that, in a practice game, a game I wasn’t going to play in ended up being the last game of my career, ending with three torn ligaments and severe structural damage to my left knee. Leaving me on crutches for six weeks, leading into four months of extensive physical therapy, a place that I learned to hate and love, both at the same time. Then my world came crumbling down around me, I was driving home after picking my brother up from a friends house, I never saw it, a truck apparently had hit a car, two cars in front of me. The car directly in front of me went into the back of that car, and then my world went black. I woke up in a car filed with smoke, the airbags had

I played for a team called the Centreville Tigers and we were on the second game of the playoffs. During the 3rd quarter of this game I went to sack the quarterback and when I tackled him I fell right on my right shoulder and broke my collar bone. At first I didn’t know that it was broke until I tried to get up and then I realized that I wasn’t able to get up so I laid there until my coaches came over to pick me up. While picking me they asked me what was hurting and I told them it

It was around 7pm and I was at a volleyball game. It was still the 1st match and we were winning by around 2 or 3. I remember before the game the 8th graders played because they had to be up at the high school for a tour. We watched them beat Norwood by a lot in both of the games. I was the setter and mostly got the 2nd pass. I remember the ball coming our way someone passed the ball but it was a pretty bad pass. I called the ball and so did Sophia. I knew that I had to pass it because it was to low to set. Before I could see it or move in time I saw Sophia’s elbow. I feel on the ground hard. My heart was pounding with fear and nervousness, my hands were stiff and shaky, and my mouth felt full of pain and soreness. Everybody

It was at the moment that I felt pain in my right shoulder. I considered myself lucky to have never experienced a significant injury until one event changed everything. I was in ninth grade at Spanish Fork Junior High. It was lunch time. When you attend junior high you don’t get recess like you do in elementary where you can go play on the playground with all of your friends. Instead you can go run and play on all the huge soccer fields. That’s exactly what my friends Tori, Chris, and Daniela and I decided to do. After we ate our lunch we headed out to the grassy fields to play flag football. When we got to the fields Chris noticed a couple of girls who were known to be popular. They were on the Spanish Fork High School Drill Team. They were doing tricks on each others shoulders. He got the idea that I should get on his shoulders after he saw the girls getting on each others. He thought it was outstanding. Chris considered himself to be strong and athletic. I hesitated a little with no self control I listened to Chris. Thinking if girls can hold each other up on their shoulders, then why can’t Chris without getting hurt?