My Best
Konner Miller
08/10/13
“My best” It was the 25th of October at 7:00 pm. I was standing on the football field on my senior night my last ever home football game. 6 weeks earlier in a game vs. Stagg high school while I was playing defense I turned the wrong way and dislocated my left knee cap. My knee cap was actually on the side of my knee. I was immediately rushed to the hospital via ambulance, because they did not know how severe my injury was. While I was in the hospital room they put my knee cap back in place after they had realized there was no ligament damage. They told me there was no way I could return before the end of the season, because my knee would take at least 3 months to heal. When I heard this I was very devastated, because I had dedicated my whole life to sports spent countless summer waking up at 6 in the morning for workout and conditioning. Every day in the fall we would practice from 2.30 to 5:30. I would come home from practice dead tired and still managed to finish my homework and maintain a 4.0 G.P.A. Once they told me I couldn’t play I made it a goal to work extra hard and make it back before the end of the season. The first thing they had to do was drain all the excess fluid from my knee, once they did that it was off to physical therapy every day after school working on strengthening my knee. I spent hours riding the bike and doing all sorts of different knee exercises all to strengthen my knee so I could return and play in my last couple football games. After the 6th week my physical therapist informed me that I had made a tremendous amount of progress, and that I had been cleared to play. I was so happy I had pushed myself so hard and I reached my goal of returning and playing in my last 3 games.
So as I was standing there and they announced my name for senior night, I looked at my teammates who were proud of me because I put in the effort to return to my team who had become my family. I looked at my family who was so proud for
08/10/13
“My best” It was the 25th of October at 7:00 pm. I was standing on the football field on my senior night my last ever home football game. 6 weeks earlier in a game vs. Stagg high school while I was playing defense I turned the wrong way and dislocated my left knee cap. My knee cap was actually on the side of my knee. I was immediately rushed to the hospital via ambulance, because they did not know how severe my injury was. While I was in the hospital room they put my knee cap back in place after they had realized there was no ligament damage. They told me there was no way I could return before the end of the season, because my knee would take at least 3 months to heal. When I heard this I was very devastated, because I had dedicated my whole life to sports spent countless summer waking up at 6 in the morning for workout and conditioning. Every day in the fall we would practice from 2.30 to 5:30. I would come home from practice dead tired and still managed to finish my homework and maintain a 4.0 G.P.A. Once they told me I couldn’t play I made it a goal to work extra hard and make it back before the end of the season. The first thing they had to do was drain all the excess fluid from my knee, once they did that it was off to physical therapy every day after school working on strengthening my knee. I spent hours riding the bike and doing all sorts of different knee exercises all to strengthen my knee so I could return and play in my last couple football games. After the 6th week my physical therapist informed me that I had made a tremendous amount of progress, and that I had been cleared to play. I was so happy I had pushed myself so hard and I reached my goal of returning and playing in my last 3 games.
So as I was standing there and they announced my name for senior night, I looked at my teammates who were proud of me because I put in the effort to return to my team who had become my family. I looked at my family who was so proud for