Freshman year I tore my ACL and meniscus during a soccer game. This injury set me back just not only in soccer but greatly in school as well. Before my surgery I had to go through pre-therapy to prepare my knee for surgery. As soon as pre-therapy started I began to miss school. In previous years I had barely missed any school so missing was hard on me. The day I had to get surgery quickly approached. My parents and I arrived to the hospital around 6:00 a.m. The doctors took me back and began to get me prepared. I was under operation for about three hours. As the anesthesia wore off I woke up to see my family surrounding me and my leg in horrible pain. The doctors told me I would be out of any sports and physical activity for about eight months and I would …show more content…
It was hard for me to try to teach myself what I missed and get caught back up with the class. The long eight months finally came to an end and it was time for my sophomore year of high school soccer to begin. I had high expectations for myself that season. During conditioning I re-tore my meniscus and I went back to the doctor. My doctor said I could play on it but would have to get surgery again after soccer season was over. So I went on with the season. It wasn 't easy to play on it. I had constant pain and there were times when I wanted to ask the coaches if I could sit but I pushed through it and finished the season out. That season turned out to be my best one out of all. I was named first team all league, first team all miami valley and team MVP. A few days after it had ended I went to the hospital for my surgery. Again, I had to miss days of school for this. I missed days for doctors appointments and therapy. And there went my grades again. I tried so hard to stay caught up but struggled with learning the lessons on my own. By the end of my sophomore year I had missed twelve days and had to leave early for
When I partially tore my ACL I had to show grit not to give up playing football. It was during warmups for a football game in 7th grade. The offense was all lined up with me as an outside receivor with Derrick on the inside. When Nick hiked the ball I raced to the cornerback ,who happened to be Ethan Goodwin, and started blocking him. Then the whistle blew so I looked over at Nick to see what happened and realized that that he had just thrown the ball.
So when the first day of the season came, I went to the first practice. After the first I wanted to quit. My whole entire body was sore and I was exhausted. I stuck it out and realized that the sport isn 't bad at all. So next season I really tried hard and became Toll Gate High School 's first Division
After playing softball for eleven years, I injured my back during my junior year high school season. It was my first season officially on the varsity team, therefore my devastated me. Although I was greatly saddened by this, I still stuck with the team. I went to every practice, game, tournament, and team dinner. I kept score at every game and helped my coaches with anything they needed.
When football season finally arrived, I found myself on the varsity team. I thought it was going to be a repeat of my past two seasons of me just being another benched player. But I actually started for more than half the season as defensive linemen. Even on games where I didn’t start, I was getting a lot of playing time. That really pushed me to be even better for my senior season.
Sophomore year I was playing at a soccer tournament with my old team. I was playing a great game even though the score was not reflecting my hard work. Towards the end of the game I jumped up caught the ball landed, my body went one way and my legs went the other, then I fell to the ground. Everyone around me had heard a pop, I knew it was my ACL. From this moment in my soccer career I knew I needed to be determined and to be focused on my recovery in order to get back out there.
An important activity that I have endured throughout not only all of high school but since I was four is cheerleading. This extraordinary sport has been a huge factor in shaping me into the person I am today. This experience has taught me patience, leadership skills, perseverance, and most importantly trust. My freshman year, I sustained a meniscus injury that required surgery. Although I was faced with what at the time felt like the end of the world, I showed up to every practice and encouraged my teammates.
Make sure you do physical therapy and go slow into your return to sports. If you return too early it will put you at a greater risk for reinjury which could further lead to bad knee problems like osteoarthritis. Osteoarthritis can cause your life to be very
My freshman year I went out for football even though there was a high percentage I wasn't going to play due to my last year traumatic brain injury. I went to practice and helped with everything and it was fine, less fun than I remember from years past. I got cleared and played and it still didn't seem like it used to due to me be scared at every hit against my head I was going to get another concussion. The year ended and I decided it was going to be my last year playing football. I thought to myself that I was going to need find another sport.
Summer was at full blast, Sunday league was starting and I was playing soccer every single day. I was ready for the next season of high school soccer to come and I was training myself to the limit because I wanted to be one of the best players on the field and to possibly be captain for varsity this year. This year was also the year our new coach, coach Jay was in charge of us because Olivier had left last year to to go to Michigan with his wife. Jay had already seen how well of a player I was because I played in his soccer club and immediately placed me in the varsity roster but as a defender and not a striker. The transition was difficult but I learned fast.
The ironic part is it sparked something in me; I was determined to heal quickly and push myself past my limits. In the end, I became more aggressive on the field and one of the best players on my team. The coaches noticed this huge change and awarded me the Coaches’ Award at the end of the season. Knowing I had more potential, I pushed myself even further and my talents were recognized by the new coach my senior year. I achieved my goal of starting every game and played a majority of the eighty minutes of regulation time.
It felt as if i was just coasting along. That year, I earned the team MVP position and all state, all league, and all conference titles. Teams knew that when they had to play our team, they had to try and shoot through a wall. I have witnessed coaches talked strategy on trying to get into my head, get the ball around me, and even try and take me physically out of the game. I was fully dedicating myself and time to the sport, breathing, eating, sleeping waterpolo.
I was in my Junior season for football, and it was looking to be a good one. We started off doing well, but we struggled at time, though we bent but didn’t break. We kept at perfect record of 5-0 heading into our homecoming game, and we had just came off a huge last second victory over a top-rated team in the state. I was injured during that game but failed to tell anyone, failure number one. I told myself that I was going to play the homecoming game because we were playing the worst team in the state and figured I couldn’t hurt myself any worse, failure number two.
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.
I had to go get a physical done to be eligible. The doctor that gave me a physical recommended me to go see a back doctor with my herniated disc that I got a few years ago. A few weeks have gone by since the physical when I went to go see the back doctor. During that time I had been practicing with the team. When I seen the back doctor he told I needed to stop playing football.
Adrenaline pulsing through my body and anxiety filling up in my stomach, I quickly throw on my football gear and head out to the practice field. It’s a nice hot day in Ocala, Florida, with the sun beating down on our necks, we stand side by side in line waiting to be picked to play second, third, or fourth string in a play. Waiting in anticipation, each of us grinding our teeth, watching first string pure athletes colliding against each other like gladiators to have possession of a ball made at one-time of “pig’s skin”. To some people, the game of American football makes no sense, whether it’s the idea of trying to protect a ball or running and passing it to make a goal for your team. People like this, see the concept of football and understand why millions of people love it; but to them the sport is pointless and causes way too many casualties.