Personal Narrative Analysis

It happened September 22, 2011. It was during seventh period athletics. No one can ever plan for something like this and others never think of it. My life was changed that day, I didn’t know it then, but now that I do I wouldn’t change it for the world. My day started like any other: wake up, go to school, then go home. That was a normal day for me; it still is now. There isn’t much I remember from that morning other than one conversation I had during second period. I was a teacher’s aid for Coach Jones, along with two other girls. We were talking about different things and stumbled upon the topic of of injuries. We were all talking about how none of us had ever broken a bone or harmed another body part seriously. I still find it odd that I had that conversation that same day. I guess I should have knocked on some wood that day. The day went on and I never once thought that something bad was going to happen that day. I got ready for seventh period like everyone else and made my wat to the P.E. gym We started with our warm ups and then conditioning. After that Coach Rushing explained what our drill for the day would be. It was a layup drill. WE would run down the court and try to

My new orthopedist took me out of my brace until I had my surgery to build up my muscle strength I had lost. Two months later I had ACL reconstruction and my chances of returning to play were small. When most people tear their ACL their chances of tearing the same one or the other is around 10%. After performing my surgery my doctor said my chances of doing so had been raised to 30%. Those chances scared me. I had went through torture for nine months and my hope was gone. I had dreams of going back and seeing the court but those dreams were shattered. I felt like a child that had been told Santa Claus wasn’t real. Everything I had thought and dreamed about was flushed down the