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
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
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