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Personal Narrative: A Personal Experience In Professional Football
It all started back in 8th grade when I thought I could never get hurt or have a serious injury. It occurred when I was playing indoor soccer as I felt a pop in my knee. This left me scared and devastated lying on the court crying in pain.
I wake up on a normal November Saturday morning. My mom is yelling at me “get ready, you have your soccer game!” I am scrambling trying to find all my stuff because I forgot it was the first game of the season. I yell back down to my mom “give me 5 minutes”. I throw my shorts and jersey on and walk down the stairs just to find out I do not have indoor soccer shoes. I know am panicking more then ever and have to wear normal tennis shoes. My mom tells me I will be fine and to get in the car so I did and we
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He sets the ball down and blows the whistle. I run up as hard as I can and kick the ball in the corner. The ball is bouncing around, but my teammate gets a handle on it and crosses it to me for my first goal of the season 5 minutes into the game! Then, it happened. I am so excited jumping around with my teammates as I hear a pop from my knee. I panic and I collapse to the ground crying. My mom comes onto the court and carries me off. She tells me we have to go to the ER as I refuse to move. She then forces me up and then off to the ER we …show more content…
We go down to her car together so she can help stable me. I am so scared staring off into a daze on the way there. We get to the hospital, and went to same day surgery to get registered. It seems to be taking forever because I just want to get it over with. The doctor finally calls me back and I prepare for my surgery. He takes me back to the operating room. I am scared, just looking around at all the different tools and equipment he has. He tells me to take 3 deep breathes into this mask, then I fell asleep, and woke up with everything done. It was a matter of an hour till I feel good enough to go home. The doctor said to me I could leave whenever I wanted, so as soon as he said that I got changed and out the door I go.
I am just walking to my mom’s car with crutches and I already hate it. The doctor signed me up for physical therapy the following week and it could not come soon enough. I continue this everyday for the next week, and then he said I should be able to walk on it and he was right! Everything ended up being perfectly fine and I am aloud to start my conditioning again in January!
This experience is definitely one I will never forget. It ended up teaching me a lot, such as to not take advantage of everyday events and to never give no matter what the circumstances

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