Personal Narrative: A Career

In grade eight I joined a track and field, outside of school called Ottawa Lions, and it was great while it lasted but I quit the club because it was too expensive my parents told me. So after middle school I came to Glebe collegiate institute. It was very scary at first, but then I joined the football team as a freshman and I met a lot of new people. I was one of the few freshmans that got to play in a varsity football team, and since I was under 100 pounds and the shortest guy on the team, II was very proud for myself. But one day during football practice I felt a tear in my left calf so I stopped playing football, and I could barely walk.

Sitting in the nurse's office, I called my parents and they said they would be there as soon as possible, but camp but a little over an hour away. I ate probably five popsicles while sitting in the nurse’s office, but they didn’t taste as exceptional as they usually do since I was in pain. Originally, I was supposed to stay three more nights, but I guess my camp experience was over for that summer. Soon enough, my parents got there and we started our drive back home. My mom thought it was broken, but my dad swore it was just a sprained ankle that would heal in a week or two, so we waited until the next morning to go to the doctor to find

In my long recovery from this injury, I learned the traits of acceptance, hard work, determination, and vocal leadership. A few months before the injury, I had been chosen to be captain of the football team by my teammates and coaches. As a junior, I had the best season of my life; I was bigger, faster, and stronger than I had ever been. Then I fractured my femur playing basketball.

I was super excited about it because of all of the hard work and countless sacrifices I had put in for nine years, but what I was not expecting was lots and lots of drama. I spend a lot of time with the girls on the team from 6AM practices to 8 hour meets so we are all very close, almost too close. My best friend on the team was also on the varsity squad, but she used to be are number two runner until a few girls passed her. As the meets started progressing, my times improved and she did not improve as much as I did; She could

My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th.

The ride to the emergency room was calm and boring, I just sat there anticipating how bad it was, hoping it would not be too bad. We finally got to the emergency room, the ride felt like forever. Rapidly, we entered the building, the doctors took me back to the room, and he laid me on a bed. The doctor came into the room and saw a bloody hole in my foot, as he stayed calm, he checked the deep cut. He found that one tendon was torn, which is a good thing, there could have been more torn tendons and muscles.

This is the story about me, Carlos, a 12 year old kid from Miami who broke his ribs. It was just yesterday, and my soccer team was playing the best team in the state. It was very hot outside; around 100 degrees. We came to the field ready to play, but so were they. It was a tough fought game, and by halftime the game was scoreless, 0-0.

I had been working hard and really felt like a part of the team. The first real challenge I faced was trying to live in the shadow of my older brothers. Who both had success in their running careers. It was the third race of the year and I was running in the varsity race against our conference rival. To me, this race was a chance to prove I was an important member of the team and could possibly lead the team as captain in the future.

I got my arm out from under my head and the second I looked at my radius and ulna, I felt excruciating pain shoot up my arm. “Call 911” my coaches yelled at each other as if they were both thinking the exact same thing. I was concerned but they were terrified. My parents were called.

At the homecoming game, I threw a girl into the air and something went wrong with my wrist. The pain in my wrist got worse as the week went on, and I received a brace to wear. The pain didn’t go away before the competition, but I wasn’t going to let my team down. I told myself everyday to forget about the pain and work hard to make the competition performance great. I didn’t want to spend another year standing on the sidelines of I could be perform with the team.

I broke my tibia, fibula and cracked my platelet in my ankle. My mom rushed me to a hospital where we waited two hours for me to be seen. After a while my mom got frustrated and very impatient she then helped me back into the car and rushed me to children’s hospital where they wheeled me to an emergency room and put me to sleep. They began to place my bones back into place.

Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still

I was not supposed to be on varsity, but since I was at every summer workout and studied the sport for the upcoming season I earned a spot. When we went to start practice I was starting on both defense and offense and I felt unstoppable. Two weeks went by and we had our first scrimmage against the hale center. I

Everyone rushed over to me. I saw everyone huddled around me with worried looks on their faces. Everyone was asking if I was OK, but I didn’t answer because I was in so much pain. My coach had me walk to the dugout and poor water on my knee while he got me an icepack. I put the icepack on my knee but it felt like my knee was on fire!

I made it to the locker room, my trainer Chris gave me the shot. As he set it down I saw the label it said, “Cortisone.” And I knew what it was I instantly knew that my knee was bad, because this was high medical grade medicine. As I put on my equipment I looked around me.