Personal Narrative: Brain Injury

Soon came therapy;The most boring and uncomfortable thing someone could experience. It lasted for 7 months, and I was constantly working out and pushing through endless pain to begin walking, or even running again. Everyday there was an exercise to do. Some days I was all alone, trying to motivate myself to get better. Telling my parents, “I want to be done with this, I’m so tired of not being able to do what everybody else does.” I had this conversation several times with my family..

In a case involving a 17-year-old who played football too soon after suffering a concussion and is now confined to a wheelchair. This was so serious because this teen suffered from second impact syndrome. It is often fatal and happens when a second head injury without recovering fully from the first. This boy got his injury when there was a helmet-to-helmet collision during a punt return. He had symptoms right away, but stayed in the game.

Newspaper reporters made fun of how he talked. He didn’t always understand the English people .made fun of him Everywhere. Some people thought he was unintelligent because his language. Roberto also struggled with back injuries most of his adult life. He was seriously injured in a car Accident returning from a visit to his brother in the hospital.

It was the second half and I wanted to score a goal. 5 people were kicking the ball all at the same time. Suddenly, the ball bounced out of the crowd of people. Coincidentally, they didn’t notice when it went to me and I kicked the ball. Sweat was pouring down my face as I hit the ball and resulted in the fact that I made an amazing goal with absolutely no angle.

Two years in a row I received a concussion in summer off-season training. I kept thinking: why did this happen to me, it's not fair, and why is God doing this to me? I was depressed and angry. I questioned God many times. The doctor said that one more concussion and I could have serious brain damage, if not already.

She had never realized how much effort organizing a funeral entailed. After the initial shock of losing her mom and dad so swiftly and the endless amount of tears had been shed, Victoria recognized that she had lost sight of her life. Her teachers had been sympathetic and given her extra time for that week’s assignments and her friends all gave her space or comforted her when she sought them out. But a week had passed since her parents had been in the accident, and although it was difficult, she realized that they would not want her to mope around and isolate herself but instead continue to live life to the fullest and follow her dreams. Victoria Farus made the decision that she would enjoy her life and do everything in her power to make her parents proud, even if they could only watch from

After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night. One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,

My father has recently become unemployed, and my mother is still recovering from surgery as I write this essay and is also unable to work. I know my parents support my decision to study abroad, but they must prioritize the day-to-day needs of my siblings and their medical bills, and as such they cannot possibly afford to aid me financially. Unfortunately, I have continued to put off participation in international education because of financial hardship. I distinctly remember during the fall of my freshman year of college not being able to afford a one-week international exchange program. I felt devastated as I wrote an email to the program director saying that I wanted nothing more than to participate but I did not have the monetary means to finance my voyage.

I am highly skilled at taking responsibility, but I lack the patience, and I plan to practice that by using others frame of reference of time. I have learned to master responsibility given multiple tasks of being a student, mother, and a wife. I learned to master responsibility after I had my first child in my first year of college. It was very difficult to be a mother, wife, and an honors student. I started procrastinating because I felt exhausted most of the time and I would not do homework.

Before I moved to Vallejo I was dealing with controversy with my mother. She would degrade me and physically abuse me. I would not tell anyone, not even my father, because she always made me feel like everything was my fault, and that I was always the one to blame. Until one day when she took me to school no said "I do not want you living in my house anymore; you are going to move in with your father". I held in a lot of my emotion for most of the day until I told my best friend what was going on and that I would likely be relocating to Vallejo; where my father lives.