The Concussion While growing up my life had always been about basketball. Because of playing this sport I ended up getting an injury that not only injured my body but also my life. My injury was not like any other injury to the body, it was to my head. I didn’t know it then but brain injuries are hard to fully heal from. I learned this when I had thought that I got over my concussion until my grades started to plunge due to the fact that I was missing school because of migraines that had me crying myself to sleep and that were so bad that I wasn’t able to function normally.
I always played recreational soccer. During the basketball tryouts, I worked hard and tried my best, but there were many girls that were better than me. I didn’t make the team and even though I knew I wouldn’t make the team, I still got upset about it. When the coach told me that I didn’t make the team, he told me to keep basketball a part of my life and that I had a positive attitude. To keep basketball a part of my life, I went to some of the games during the season and to this day I still make time to go to the modified games.
Later, I joined my middle school basketball team. I recall almost fainting a couple of times during basketball practice, but I kept believing that I can improve my health through intense physical activity. At the time, I had a mentality where I refuse to lose to my own body’s weakness. I believed that I could fight against my asthma and win. Yet, I still didn’t see any improvement in my health after a year had passed.
I had been competing in water polo all year long and we were in the middle of summer training. We were playing Don Lugo when I took a shot to the head in the middle of second-quarter. I felt awful. I didn't know at the time, but that was when I received my first concussion. I played the rest of the game slow and disoriented.
These terrible facts knocked me in the head at one of our last games. The game wasn’t challenging to score, but it was a big game. We were facing our rivals, Centerton, and attempting to hold them to zero. The entire world planned on coming. Everyone was gonna be there, seeing me mess up.
College basketball player should be paid for these reasons they put their bodies at risk, they don’t have money, and they skip classes for basketball. Basketball players put their bodies risk every time they play. College Athletes pushing their bodies to get the play and “There have been instances of players becoming paralyzed by hits or tackles on football fields or other injuries that have ended player’s careers before they even get started.” (Patterson 2) They get hurt really bad from the hand to a concussion that it can make them out a season and some out for the rest of the life. Cameron Johnson is suffering a back injury and might not play to NCAA tournament. (Denver post) He was working so hard to get to the NCAA tournament and then one injury stopped
They told me that it was just a bruised bone so I continued to play despite the awful pain that my foot was in. I played for about 2 weeks fighting through the pain and didn’t preform how I wanted to because I was slow and couldn’t put a lot of pressure on my foot. I was in a major slump and couldn’t buy a hit due to the pain the swinging cause me. Eventually, I finally got a hit and as I was running to first base my foot hit a hole in the ground. The basepaths were all grass and it was really choppy.
The biggest obstacle I will ever face, is the fight against my mind and my body due to my ADHD. My mind can’t stay silent, and I constantly have a million thoughts floating around. I feel the urge to move and twitch every five seconds. I struggle to focus in class, and sometimes I struggle to keep up. Every day I feel like I should just give up because I will never be able to beat my disorder.
So, with only a few practices together we were as qualified as we could accomplish for the season. Just because I did not play loads that does not mean I did not make a difference this year. Still not very equipped for the season, I played the entire first game. Afterwards, my back was sore, the more I played, the worse it felt. During one of our games, with a humongous kick, my back got so awful I could
It was a long and tiresome process. I had fallen out of love with the sport, and just the idea of practice filled me with dread. However, I was terrified of leaving my teammates and breaking the bonds I had so carefully forged. In the end, the deciding factor was school. I was tired of high school passing me by.
Day 1 I got lost out in the wilderness. My heart fueled my body with adrenalin, so much that I couldn’t stop shaking. My actions today put everyone in my squad in great danger, and I hate myself for it. We were all so excited for Saturday when we finished up our patrol. All we could think about was those extra hours of sleep that the morning would bring.