Personal Narrative: Basketball As A Social Outcast

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There wasn’t any booming noise, any sudden crack, or any screaming agony. The only sound was the thud of me landing against the unforgiving hardwood floor. A shooting pain ran from my lower back all through my left leg. Minutes later I was laying on a hospital bed, hands sweaty and shaking. Then the doctor came in, and when he told me the news my heart dropped. I was a freshman in high school, only a week from my first high school game, and I had just fractured my back. I was completely disoriented. Basketball was my identity, basketball was what defined me. If I couldn’t play basketball I would be a nobody. My friends would start to think I was lame and I would become a social outcast. More importantly, what would I even do with my time? For weeks this question went unanswered. I had no idea what to do, I just sat around all day feeling remorseful for myself. My grades plummeted and I was letting myself start to get out of shape. Then one day, after sitting on my couch for hours I came to a life changing decision. …show more content…

I came to the realization that I couldn’t go through life feeling sorry for myself. I was spending my time letting myself make an unfortunate situation worse. So I made the choice to stop. I realized that just because basketball was what I liked to do in my free time didn’t mean it had to be what defined me as a person. I had spent so much of my life dedicating all my time to basketball that I had wasted precious time I should have been using to have experiences and turn myself into a dynamic individual instead of a one dimensional so called

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