I thought I was dreaming when my teammate passed me the soccer ball, I could not believe it was our last game of our soccer season. The whole time I kept telling myself to be careful and be smart with my decisions on the field. Because I was afraid that I could make a bad decision and pay the price later. I was afraid that I could break my leg again. Because every time I step on the soccer field, I’m afraid I can break my leg. I had that feeling my whole life. I can not overcome that fear. Despite the fact that I keep stepping on the soccer field is because I love soccer so much. I hope that one day I can really enjoy soccer without any worries.
Everything happened when I was in first grade in El Salvador, years back, a biker broke my leg while I was coming from school. The biker’s name
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I was afraid that I would not be able to walk again. I tried to walk, but I always fell down. The doctor told me to take easy and be patience. After a week I was started to walk again. I was really happy and thankful to everyone that help me out during my time of need. At that time at felt whole again, but at the back of my mind I feared that my leg could break again. So I did not started playing soccer right away. I waited for at least two years to build some confidence again. When I started playing soccer again everything went the right way. I felt like I was back to my old self.
Everything was fine, until one afternoon, it was the 75th minute of a soccer game, I went up for a ball in the air, but when I landed my leg twisted and someone else landed on my leg breaking it. I was screaming to the guy to get off my leg, I was not sad, but mad because my leg broke again. I was living a nightmare once again. The doctor said that my leg become fragile from the first time I broke it. The doctor also said that soccer was a bad idea to play. I did not pay attention to the doctor, but I knew he was
One incident that happened to me that change how I thought about sports was when I first started playing soccer. It all started when my mom said that I should join a sport to get me more active. It took me awhile to choose soccer at first because there were so many sports to choose from. I told my mom I wanted to play soccer. She signed me up to play for a non competitive league (GYSA) so I can learn the basics of the sport. She also told me to play I would have to maintain good grades. After hearing that i always tried my best in soccer and school.
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
So i have therapy mondays and wednesday. And when i went back that monday my therapist was surprised of how good i’ve gotten, because i was able to move my knee more and bend my knee more than 70%. She told me that it was good but my goal is 120% or more, for me to get to the next step of surgery. So i focused on that, and i was putting in twice as much as work i usually put in. Because the only thing that's on my mind is to get back on the field and work my way to become stronger and better. Also do what i love to do and enjoy playing with my friends and family. That's the only thing i’m striving for is to come back healthy and strong. And not do the same mistake as i did before to put myself in that situation. Finally almost that time for me to receive a phone call from my sergeant to tell me what i should do before i come in for surgery. She told me to not eat or drink once it's 7:00 because i was scheduled to have surgery at 9:30 and also she told me not to put on any lotion on my knees. So i did what she asked me to, and that whole day i been thinking about what is going to happen and would i ever be the same and how would it take for me to come back and be fully healed. So i went to the hospital it was almost time for me to have surgery and i was kind of scared but i was really looking forward to just get it all over with it. After i got done with surgery i was in so much pain that couldn’t move at all. Because if i even tried to move my leg that i would be in so much pain that i have to drink my pain killers. Once i got home i was in so much pain that i didn’t sleep for a whole week straight. But then i started getting used to sleeping without a problem or pain. But my doctor would always called me and told me what to do or if i had any problem to just give her a call. Then i asked her the next day when i could start walking and stuff. She
Earlier in the spring I was playing a soccer game against the South Anchorage varsity soccer team. I was playing left midfield, taking the ball up the left side of the field when the other team’s right fullback stepped up to get the ball. I cut to the right and heard a loud snap that rung in my ears. I could not stand up. Every time I tried to move my leg, waves of pain pounded from my knee. I had to be carried off the pitch. I learned a few days later
Later we had our first football game and I was excited for my last first game in high school, I never would have known that it potentially could have been my last game played. Within the first quarter I had broken my foot completely and because of my adrenaline I shrugged it off as a minor injury and played the rest of the game. After to what seemed like I was fine I stood up and collapsed as soon as I did so. This was the first injury that I had ever sustained and I was still in denial thinking I had just sprained a muscle. After being told that I wouldn’t be able to play for the rest of the season I was heartbroken, along with this the college that I had hoped to attend the most being West GA dropped me as a recruit. Two games passed and I was feeling helpless for myself, I couldn’t drive, I couldn’t do anything without the help of others, I had crutches but being a 320 lb. man it was very difficult getting around. As Nancy Mairs said: “I’ve been limping along for ten years now” I was off of my feet for 2 weeks and to me it felt like an eternity. This was when I decided to let college aside and all I wanted to do was finish my senior season strong, my mother allowed me to get my cast taken off and have me put into a boot. For the remaining games I roughed it out and played with a broken foot. Even with
It was a summer of 2000 during my first year of my high school, the soccer tryouts had just been announced. I was so excited to hear about tryouts, and I couldn’t wait to start playing for my high school soccer team. I met with the soccer coach of the High School team to discuss my interest to become a part of his team. The coach was very impressed after the meeting, he told me he had never met a person that has so much ambition of playing soccer and he couldn’t wait to see me to be a part of his team. I was fully confident in myself that I would make the team and impress the coach in the first soccer tryouts, after a few days had gone by, the physical check-up form had to be filled by a family doctor, and returned before the tryouts. I rushed
From an early age I always knew I would be playing soccer my whole life. My dad showed me the ropes of how to play and got me interested right away. By the age of three I had started playing, and to this day I have not stopped. Soccer has been a huge part of my life and I don’t know where I would be today if I never played. I met some amazing people playing soccer including my coaches who encouraged me and told me never to give up as well as my teammates who became my friends and were always there for me.
I leaped into the air with no doubt about scoring. I catapulted the ball through the goal net, but as I fell towards the earth, my knee gave out and I collapsed onto the steaming hot turf. Instantly, I screamed at the top of my lungs and held onto my knee with dear life. Immediately, I realized what had just happened. Every soccer player's worst nightmare. A torn ACL.
When I was young, I experienced frequent, unexplainable falls; whether I was playing a sport or just standing in place, I would end up on the ground. Eventually, my parents took me to a medical specialist, and I was diagnosed with low muscle tone. I was told that I would need to work hard every day just to become able to stand upright and that I should no longer compete in contact sports. As I just began playing football, this was devastating to me. After hearing the doctor’s diagnosis, I could have just accepted that I would never be the athlete I aspired to be or just given up on athletics all together. However, hearing him tell me that I could
It was an eventful summer, or you could say a summer with one major event. July sixteenth in particular was that one day that stood out bolder than the rest. It has been over a decade since the time I started investing my summers with sports practices and games. Each year, I took it up a notch. I didn’t really know how I felt about sports. When I was younger, I continually nurtured my skills for a future I didn't even see. Much like how I used to always read. The vocabulary, grammar, and structure I gained knowledge from reading didn't seem to matter back then. Until sixth grade, I really didn’t have a spark that motivated me to do anything. I believe the exact phrase my friend Emily said was, “I will teepee your house every single night until you decide to try out for Citadel.” This Citadel travel soccer team is what gave me better sense of who I was.
During the ninth grade, I injured my knee playing soccer. The initial MRI did not show any tears, but the orthapedic surgeon did notice I was weak medially and that my patella was tracking laterally. He sent me to therapy to strengthen the inside of my leg and hopefully pull my kneecap medially. I started going to therapy and I adored my therapist, Kelley. Even though the exercises weren’t always fun or pain free I looked forward to therapy. She made things fun, and since I was interested in the field, would explain why I was doing certain exercises compared to others. The pain didn’t go away and she worked to help figure ...
Before starting the game, I never would have imagined that this game would bring upon a new chapter in my life. Therefore, as the whistle blew, my partner and I both ran toward the ball trying to get it before our opponents got to it first. This game felt just as normal as the other three games; high intensity, fast moving, trying to keep the ball under control, and to keep possession of it away from our opponents. Toward the end of the game, the ball became emancipated from all of our feet so one of my opponents and I both scurried at full throttle toward the ball, to see who would get possession back over it. As we approached the ball, I shifted all my weight onto my right leg trying to get the ball. However, when I did that, my opponent kept on running and ran right into me and blew my knee out. When she did that, I fell right to the ground in severe pain shooting down my right leg from my knee down. Everyone ran over screaming,” Are you okay? What is hurting?” I replied with tears rolling down my
It was simple, at first thought, my career was over. As I was rushed to the hospital, I thought I was never going to play football again. The pain was so unbearable, that every bump in the road would sent a shooting pain throughout my leg. I was for certain that I would never return the field again.
What I fear the most is not being able to work out as hard as I use to do to have my talent because I believe that practicing made me a good soccer player and It was not a skill that I was born with. When I came to America i did not want to stop what I already started back home so I wanted to join my high school soccer team and keep practicing. Unfortunately, I went to school two weeks late and I missed the try out. I kept practicing with my brother for the first few month but after that I got bored I wanted a team that I can play with but I did not know any, and I didn’t look up for any soccer team because I was hopeless and thought that I lost all my skills and I have to start all over again. When I started reading The Willpower Instinct
It was the start of summer 2002, and the Mid America Youth Basketball (MAYB) national tournament was taking place in Andover, Kansas. Along with the rest of the team, I was excited to play some basketball for the first time since the middle school basketball season was over. Our team, Carlon Oil, had been together and played every summer for the last four years. We were a really good team, with an overall record of 65-4 over those four years and were hoping to continue our legacy. Lonnie Lollar, our coach for the summer, was also the coach of our high school basketball team. I had a history of groin injuries, and every summer it seemed that I would have to sit out at least a game on the bench icing my groin. But this summer was different, and I along with everyone in the gym wouldn't have expected my summer to end with a injury such as a broken leg.