Personal Narrative: The Injury
The Injury
"It's not so important who starts the game but who finishes it." - John Wooden
This time, I didn’t finish the game, I usually do! But.. not this time. This time was different, it was serious. It truly took a part of my life away. I heard a loud bang, almost like a gunshot. Fear and anger swept across my face, I knew something was wrong, all wrong. Punching the ground knowing I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t keep playing, I couldn’t finish the game. Just laying there on the ground was the worst, the throbbing in my knee intensified, people cheering for the guy I just passed to, Gareth, who was our second best player finishing the game with a 40 meter try. All that happening while I was laying their punching the ground in pure anger that I ruined my career. …show more content…
It was the beginning of school, I feel a buzz in my pocket, I text from my mom that read “I’m picking you up in 20 minutes to go visit your surgeon for your six month appointment” I had to read it a few times to understand what she was meaning. Questioning slightly with a strange look that I asked myself Am I really at the six month mark? as I was questioning myself I slowly texted back “Okay i’ll tell the physics teacher.” After telling my physics teacher and heading out the main doors, I started to think what the surgeon going to say, either that i’m strong enough to start the sports program, or I need another six months of treacherous physical therapy. Right then, nervousness shook my bones, but I soon realized I was already out of school and embraced by a hug from my mom, saying “everything's going to be okay.” I felt reassured, it’s been seven months of physical therapy and hard work to get my knee to almost 100
"It's not so important who starts the game but who finishes it." - John Wooden
This time, I didn’t finish the game, I usually do! But.. not this time. This time was different, it was serious. It truly took a part of my life away. I heard a loud bang, almost like a gunshot. Fear and anger swept across my face, I knew something was wrong, all wrong. Punching the ground knowing I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t keep playing, I couldn’t finish the game. Just laying there on the ground was the worst, the throbbing in my knee intensified, people cheering for the guy I just passed to, Gareth, who was our second best player finishing the game with a 40 meter try. All that happening while I was laying their punching the ground in pure anger that I ruined my career. …show more content…
It was the beginning of school, I feel a buzz in my pocket, I text from my mom that read “I’m picking you up in 20 minutes to go visit your surgeon for your six month appointment” I had to read it a few times to understand what she was meaning. Questioning slightly with a strange look that I asked myself Am I really at the six month mark? as I was questioning myself I slowly texted back “Okay i’ll tell the physics teacher.” After telling my physics teacher and heading out the main doors, I started to think what the surgeon going to say, either that i’m strong enough to start the sports program, or I need another six months of treacherous physical therapy. Right then, nervousness shook my bones, but I soon realized I was already out of school and embraced by a hug from my mom, saying “everything's going to be okay.” I felt reassured, it’s been seven months of physical therapy and hard work to get my knee to almost 100