Personal Narrative-Playing Game

CRACK! My volleyball team and I were playing a game at practice. It had been a hard-hitting day of conditioning so our coach told us to loosen up by playing a game. The point of the game was to bump, set, and spike with only 3 people on the court. Everything was going smoothly until we did a rotation and I was setter, I was very anxious to be setter because I normally don’t set.

All of a sudden the coach served the ball over, it was a fast and deep serve, I got a perfect pass passed to me by the back row, but I couldn’t figure out how to position myself to get the ball to the hitter so in the middle of all my thoughts I hit the ball wrong and then short after I heard a crack, a shot of pain burst through my hand. Everything happened in a

Then that’s when I remembered what I had said earlier to a friend, I said “I hope I hurt myself so that I don’t have to play against clarion, they’re really hard to beat.” I guess I got what I wanted. The next day I had to go to the hospital because my finger was crooked and it was extremely nasty to look at, it was all sorts of colors, and you could see my bone sticking out. I didn’t want to go to the hospital because I was nervous of what the doctor was going to say, but the pain was so bad that I got forced to go.

At the hospital the doctor told me that I had broken it due to the impact that the ball had on my finger. I was given a strange disfigured gadget to wear on my finger, it was very uncomfortable. The day after that we versed Clarion, I obviously couldn’t play due to my broken finger. I felt awful after watching that game, I realized that volleyball wasn’t just about winning but that it was about having fun. Being a benchwarmer with a broken finger was mind numbing , I would have much rather played that day. Now one year later I look back at that and laugh because I could have prevented breaking my finger by not having a negative attitude about versing