I heard it snap, and the pain engulfed my knee like ants cover an anthill that has been stirred with a stick. I instantly fell to the ground and screamed. The pain was excruciating, something I never felt before. I knew what it was, our trainers had described the popping sound that accompanies an ACL injury. One wrong step led to a knee surgery and nearly a year of inactivity.
SOCCER BALL Not exactly but i do remember kicking the soccer ball around and accidentally tripping over the ball and hearing something say “no more should ball 's be abused.” and then when i woke up i was in the middle of the field and I couldn 't talk and I could only roll. RICO Ok so now all we need to do is reenact that. SOCCER BALL Ok. let 's do it RICO So go back to where you were and start hitting that ball around then trip and maybe that voice will come back and you will be back to normal. SOCCER BALL I hope this works. RICO Me too (the soccer ball goes back towards the center of the field) SOCCER BALL now what?
He did not listen to the advice given. When participating in hitting drills during practice, he collapsed and has a seizure. He was airlifted to a neurosurgical trauma center at Indiana University Health Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. There was pressure on the skull and presents of brain swelling and a subdural hematoma, this is a collection of blood build up in the brain. He was in the hospital for 98 das, and suffered many other major problems related to his brain injury.
The last straw occurred when our goalie attempted to block another close goal by our opponents, but got him a sprained ankle in return. Unfortunately, officials determined he had to sit out for the rest of the game. His role in the game was crucial to our win. And with a wave, our goalie left us to perish with 10 minutes left; also, our opponents started with the ball to resume the game. Helpless and battered, exposed to a missile barrage of exhaustion, none of us could take this agony anymore.
Lacking self-confidence can decrease one's' eager to learn, ability to focus, and the wish to take risks. I've always been a person who was shy and lacked self-confidence. Even if everyone else thought I was the best at something, I somehow found my way to feeling self-doubted. I tried blocking out the doubt several times, but I just don't happen to feel myself. It was August 2008, on a breezy afternoon I decided to join the soccer team nearby.
Reflective Narrative Imagine I was running intently down the soccer field and when I got to the goal I fired off my best shot only to realize I missed and the ball landed right in the goalies hands as if it was meant to be. Then as I walked off the field I thought to myself that would have been such an easy shot for all my other teammates but I missed. Comparing yourself is bad all in its own especially when the person you are being compared to has more experience and lots of advantages over you cause it can lower yourself esteem next time try not to compare yourself, practice, and know you tried your absolute best. Practice doesn’t make perfect in my opinion because everyone can always improve and learn to get better, even professionals. For example my brother and I play soccer.
When she got to me, I tried to get the soccer ball back, but she got the ball and ran towards the goal. I knew I made a mistake and I ran as fast as I could after her. I was almost right by her side, so I twisted my body to face her and thrust out my leg to kick the ball away from her. I knew I was going to fall, because I often do and I put out my arm to catch my fall. I landed on it just right where it snapped and broke.
I once took a risk when I played soccer. I interested in soccer when I was young and I tried to improve my skill soccer. When I played soccer with my friends after school at the soccer field near my school. I wanted to play as a goalkeeper then a few minutes I tried to save a ball by jumping into it. After that jumped I did not see goal post at right side of me until my head got hit by it then I passed out and I woke up at hospital.
Without a break and feeling overwhelmed, I grew disinterested in soccer as it became a stressful environment for me as the older girls had to join our team and I was no longer seeing the field a lot. Everything was too much at once for me at the time and soccer came last on my priority list as the season trudged on. I finished out the spring season, but high school tryouts were next. Last high school season I was head over heels for our coach, Mack,
I started running the field and about a third of the way there, my face filled with tears because the pain was starting to become unbearable from running. About half way, I was still crying and I collapsed in the grass because my foot hurt so bad. My coach had called my grandpa. When he came to the baseball field, he was a bull. He started yelling at my coach asking why he made me run even though I was limping.