Essay About The Most Dangerous Game

It was a hot summer night, and the wind was blowing in my face. The adrenaline was rushing through my veins, and I was ready to play. My opponent, equally as skilled as me, was dribbling down the soccer field with the same amount of intensity. She approached. As she was getting ready to make the pass to her teammate, our feet collided. Pain started shooting up from the bottom of my foot, to the top of my knee. I fell on the ground, and the coach comes to check on me. I am out of the game. All that preparing for that one moment, gone. Gone, because I had hurt my ankle. Gone, because I wouldn’t be able to play soccer again that season. Gone, because even though I didn’t know it, I would never be the same. I go to the doctor the next day and ask them to help me. For some reason, they couldn’t find anything wrong in my foot. I had many injuries in my sports
One of the most important games in my life. I gave it all I had and put in everything I ever learned, but that just wasn’t enough. Not only did we lose 6-3, but my foot was just not as prepared for the game as I thought it would be. After the game, my heel and ankle weren’t right again. They were swollen and throbbing. I knew I had hurt it again. The next few months (9 months to be exact), I was in and out of boots, casts, and physical therapy. I had a big trip coming up and I needed to rest it, so they gave me a knee scooter to roll around in. Sadly, this meant I had lost all muscle in my calf and wasn’t able to walk through my trip, my trip to Israel. As I had never been to Israel, I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know that the roads were barely ever flat, and that I would have to hop most of my trip. I didn’t know that I would have to be carried most of the trip, or that my knee scooter, as fun as it was, would be one of the worst burdens that I have ever obtained. As the trip and the months go by, life got harder, and harder, and harder for