Personal Narrative My freshman year of high school, during basketball season, I injured my knee while playing in a home game versus Paola. I ended up tearing my acl and meniscus in my right knee, resulting in a surgery and a lot of therapy. I loved playing basketball and it was my favorite sport, but ever since I injured myself I haven’t felt the same way about the sport. During the game which I suffered my injury I caught the ball midair around half court. While I was still in the air I went to make a move, but when I landed on the court I heard a popping noise and my knee buckled. I was then on the ground when I heard the whistle blow and saw Coach Friesen and Coach Conley running over to me. At first I thought that my calf was injured but there was an intense pain coming from it, but it eventually faded and I realized my knee was the real problem. Coach Conley helped me over to the bench and was …show more content…
During this time I missed a football season and another basketball season. The only physical activities I could do were the ones I was given by my therapist. Therapy was high-maintenance and was no fun at all. My injury to my knee has affected my life tremendously. It made things harder to access, due to the wheelchair and crutches. I wasn’t able to work or do many things with friends, which lead to me finding out who were my true friends and who would stick with me. Getting to school became a hassle for my mother since I couldn’t drive. I also have gotten messed with by my friends about missing sports. With my injury I got a lot of free time and missed out on many things, but I also received the gift of time to find myself and understand who I truly am. Although my injury has been mostly a bad thing, there are always positive things in life. Everything happens for a reason and sometimes you don’t realize a bad thing to you is really a good thing for you in the long
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There was no season for me, just another disappointment. After I had heard the news, my mom had to calm me down for 20 minutes, that’s how much this meant to me. This was my first year ever being cut from the basketball team, and I had no idea what the feeling was like. I didn’t like it. I felt as if the rest of my life was over and there was nothing left for me to do.
What/ who helped motivate you to participate in different hobbies again? 7. Has your role in life (family, work, school, etc.) changed from before the TBI? If so,
When I was child I was very injury prone. One time when I was 8 years old I was trying to climb a playground wall but I fell off of it and sprained my ankle. Eventually the pain of the sprained ankle wore off and the ankle healed and I learned from the experience to stay safer. These experiences are somewhat like the great depression in the fact that a learning experience was made out of a bad situation.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed. I did not think about the way I was sitting. My left foot was on the ground and my right foot resting on my left knee. All of sudden it happened, I dislocated my right knee, again. After almost two years since I last injured my knee, it happened again.
My full name is Samantha Felice, however I prefer to be called Sam. I am 20 years old and an only child. Growing up with just my parents, and all my cousins living far away, I had a small group of friends and a lot of pets. I have always been the shy kid in the class, so making friends in school was very difficult for me-especially during my early teenage years. I was often too scared to speak up for myself, and take initiative in situations.
When I was twelve I popped my kneecap off during soccer. Just before Thanksgiving, 2015 I had surgery to repair that injury. A tendon from a donor cadaver was added to my kneecap to hold it place, a spare part. However the surgery is not the story; the story is the three prior years that I played through pain, failure, disappointment and above all, the unknown. Those three years of denial took from me some of my youth; of being irresponsible, of not having a routine night of bandages and therapy; and the ease and indulgence of adolescence that only comes once.
When my family and I went to Iowa City to talk to our surgeon, he said I could play the basketball season but there is always a chance of things becoming worse. I didn’t care what he said, I was playing. I started the second game of the year, and my 3rd game my shoulder blew out again. My shoulder continuously did that throughout the year and I ended up missing 6 games in the season.
I was a slave to the sport, with my eating habits and clothing controlled. My soul was weighed down by the anchor of complete and utter hopelessness. Life became a hazy period of hibernation; I felt like I was walking around in a dream world. After much deliberation and struggling with the guilt of disappointing my friends on the team and a coach I have the utmost respect for, I emancipated myself from my senior season in light of multiple serious arm injuries that worsened throughout football. Or at least that was my excuse.
It was a Tuesday evening, September 13, 2011. There were two minutes left on the clock during just an ordinary soccer game of my sophomore year of high school. A player on the opposing team had a breakaway towards our goal with only myself between him and our goalie. With only stopping the ball in mind, I sprinted across the field and slide tackled the ball from the opponent. This collision caused the other player to flip off his feet and his knee found his way directly into my left temple.
I could not play as hard with my friends. An example of that would be jumping on the trampoline because the blood would get in between my split bone. I also couldn't do a lot of physical activities like playing soccer,riding my bike,and playing football or other hand sports. I was also able to teach myself how to handle pain. So instead of screaming and crying in pain I would take a deep breath and say to myself this is too much for me right now I might see if I can do this later.
I then had to force myself to rest as much as possible to try and get healthy for my first season of high school basketball. During the time of rest, I really got to learn how important friends and family can really make your life better. Both friends and family helped me strive to get better through physical therapy and getting the possible rest that I need to be able to make a full recovery from the injury. Mainly, the hardest part was me making myself not be able to play when knowing the opportunity to play with my teams was still there even though I was hurt. A main part of my life after the injury was keeping in touch with my families at all time, because they are one of the most important things in your
When season came around it was the same routine. Summer practices, pre season and tryouts all over again, except something changed, my passion for the sport. The love I had for the sport just was gone, I didn’t go to summer training and I hardly went to pre season, I told my mom I was done. Her being the mother that she is, she practically forced me to play. Once I stepped out on the field I realized how much I would have regretted not being on a team who has so much potential.
The first time I had a serious injury On April 2nd, 2016 I was on my way to a football 7 on 7 matchup. As I was on my way I was excited to be playing and I was mentally getting ready on what I was gonna do and that I'm gonna show out. Once we arrived to wood grove I'm only way to pickup our helmets and our jerseys and after we all get together and start heading up to the field to warm up.
I have become very fond of new ideas and new strategies to take on life. But my mom’s concussion has made me into a new person. I had to help more around the house, not making as much noise while being in the house and in the car, and being more responsible and taking control over situations like shopping. My mother is still going through this concussion, but she has been getting better. Let me tell you picking up our house is not my cup of tea, but with my sister's help we can pick it up easily.