Reflective Essay On Catoosa Soccer Field

Narrative Reflective Essay Early in the fall season of 2010 I stepped out onto that Catoosa soccer field hyped up on sugar and adrenaline, not knowing that that would be the last time I would ever step foot on any field again. During my seasons of soccer, whether that had been spent on a girls or boys team, I had always been a filler player meaning I could fill any position needed from goalie to forward. It wasn't until my final season that I had found my niche on the soccer field, I had become my team's defensive mid fielder. I had been able to play full games in this position, not having to worry about being pulled back for what ever reason. I had had three jobs: put and keep the ball up the field, run back and defend the goal with the defense
Well that's what happened. My eyes opened for a brief moment and my face was pressed up against the dirt and there was a ringing in my ears. My right knee was numb, and the pain in my head was a distant thought. Cleats circled me and I was rolled over, my coach looking down at me with worried eyes. I remember his hand waving in front of my face before I had sat up, with help from my team mates. "Can you move your leg?" Had been the first thing I'd heard after a few minutes of silence and I tried to bend it up and a jolt of lightening wound its way up my leg and I shook my head quickly. My knee was swollen and it hurt just laying there, an intense throbbing filled my head as I was talked at from all directions. "She's not walking." My coach had said and I started to cry silently only gasping for air when I absolutely needed it. Rather slowly I was helped up and onto my left foot, where they had intended on me hopping back to the sidelines, but the extra movement hurt worst as my leg moved when I hopped. I could feel myself crying still, my nose running and face hot. Ahead of us I could see Sunshine running ahead to get a chair and two of the dads to help carry me off the
I think in the end it took six guys, including my stepdad and coach, to carry me across the field and to my moms car which had been pulled off the field to take me to the urgent care unit in Broken Arrow. It would have been the most embarrassing moment of my young life if I hadn't been so out of it. I don't remember much during the car ride there except holding my knee and crying at the pain that spread like fire every time we hit a speed bump or pot hole in the road. The ride seemed to take forever, my parents tried to sooth me, but I really wasn't listening to anything except the ringing in my ears. After about a fifteen minute drive we pulled into the parking lot of the urgent care and I was rolled in in a wheel chair by one of the nurses. From there my step dad had stayed by my side until my mom had come back in. The ending conclusion for that day was that I had sprained my knee and wouldn't be able to play for the rest of the