Personal Narrative: My Knee Injury

Before receiving this assignment I was living the dream. I was playing college basketball and living with two of my best friends and teammates. The night before we were first informed about the M.I.R.R.O.R. assignment I injured my knee for the third time, and my life completely turned upside down. I have been forced to move back in with my parents in Ankeny and have needed help with almost every daily task of my life. This reflection on my inner responses comes during a month-long period where my environment has drastically changed, and will include insight from my mother who has been helping me every step of the way. We begin with the injury. My role as a scout team player usually means I will only play at the end of games if we are winning or losing by more than 20 points. Unfortunately, the case this time was losing by 20 points. All it took was cutting a

Their coach, Bob Huggins, ran over to his player as he writhed in pain on the floor and laid next to him in consolation (The YouTube video will bring you to tears). My dad and I watched in amazement as Bob Huggins, the hard-nosed, tough-guy coach was brought to tears. Seven years later now I was being consoled the same way. My dad could see that my head was going 100 miles per hour. I had to come to the realization that my basketball career was over, and that he would never coach me again. My face showed hysterical crying and his hug was the only comfort that could provide any sympathy. The players came into the room and saw the redness in my eyes and wet cheeks and consoled me with compassionate hugs that I will never forget. Minutes later, I laid across the backseat of my mom’s car being pulled away from my independent easy-going lifestyle and being taken to my new life for the upcoming