Im not really a big fan of basketball, the only reason I got into the sport was to stay in shape for track. I was planning on making state in the javelin. Unfortunately things did not go as planned. I experienced a troubling knee accident. I went through excruciating pain, what I did not know at the specific time was that it would change my life forever. The toughest part of my trial was recovering from surgery, and the effects that came with it. As soon as football season had come to an end, I wanted to play basketball to stay in shape for track. I had a decent season on the JV team, when all of the sudden I heard a loud pop, almost the same pop you would hear from a helium balloon. I was laying on our opponents gym floor screaming, and …show more content…
The older lady at the font desk, she was sweet as chocolate told us to go sit and wait for my name to be called. Out of no I had heard a soft voice call my name “James Sanchez” I looked up and it was a nurse. I hobbled to where she was standing. She had some questions to ask like “whats your age” and on a scale of 1-10 how bad is your pain”? I told her my pain level was at an 8, even though I and no clue what had happen to my knee. The soft spoken nurse had sent me out to the lobby to wait again to be called. Minutes later my mother and older sister had showed up to the hospital. “James Sanchez” said a male nurse. I had stumbled over to him, when he asked how I was doing? And told me to follow him. He had walked so fast, I tried to keep up but I just couldn’t. Seconds later we had reached a private room for patients like me-waiting to know what was wrong with them. An older lady came into the room where my family and I were stationed, she had asked similar questions as the soft spoken nurse. The older nurse said “time to take some x-rays of that knee” this was my least favorite part, only because they usually moved the injured part of your body in some uncomfortable conditions. Once the hassle of taking x-rays was over I had crutched back to my given room. As I awaited in the Dr. 's room I had a nervous feeling of what the results were going to be. The orthopedic Doctor had come in to our room, …show more content…
February sixteenth had rolled around I just wanted to get this over with. I assumed that after my surgery, that everything would be fine a dandy and I would be healed. A day or so after the surgery, I had accumulated a horrific rash, which had consumed my left leg. It was terrible! and there was nothing I could do about it. A few weeks had passed and my rash had finally dissolved. I had to relearn how to move my left knee and to walk efficiently, because I was on crutches for a month. This was definitely a challenge for me, it hurt to move my left leg, and thinking about walking was a different story. Even though after a few months of my father and my surgeon telling me that I would not be able to play sports, it had finally hit me what they were saying was true. I had thought to myself that I would be back to playing sports in six months. Here we are six months later and I am still not able to participate in the physical activities that I love. But I know that if I work hard I will come back better and stronger than I was before I got
Mindi had been hoping that it had been just a little pull in a muscle or maybe a slight sprain. Dunaway had reached the x ray room and got all of her x rays done. Once the x rays were done, Dunaway and Mindi were then transferred into the waiting room to get results. The nurse came back with a big box, Mindi and her daughter had exchanged looks and Dunaway said, “This can’t be good.”
When I partially tore my ACL I had to show grit not to give up playing football. It was during warmups for a football game in 7th grade. The offense was all lined up with me as an outside receivor with Derrick on the inside. When Nick hiked the ball I raced to the cornerback ,who happened to be Ethan Goodwin, and started blocking him. Then the whistle blew so I looked over at Nick to see what happened and realized that that he had just thrown the ball.
I exclaimed! My arm had hurt like it had never hurt before. It was a sharp pain, that ran up and down my arm, like mice scurrying away from a cat. My dad jogged over.
One day I was with my family at the park and I tried lifting my leg on to our car to tie my shoe and I couldn't lift my leg so I told my mom and she said “We can go to the hospital and see whats wrong because you shouldn't be having problems still.”
Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still
An important activity that I have endured throughout not only all of high school but since I was four is cheerleading. This extraordinary sport has been a huge factor in shaping me into the person I am today. This experience has taught me patience, leadership skills, perseverance, and most importantly trust. My freshman year, I sustained a meniscus injury that required surgery. Although I was faced with what at the time felt like the end of the world, I showed up to every practice and encouraged my teammates.
I made it to the locker room, my trainer Chris gave me the shot. As he set it down I saw the label it said, “Cortisone.” And I knew what it was I instantly knew that my knee was bad, because this was high medical grade medicine. As I put on my equipment I looked around me.
I took my passion for the game and really honed in on my skills. I continued to bust my butt in practice, trying to make my teammates and myself better. Before I know it, the first game passes and I break the school record for most rebounds in a single game with seventeen. Even though I could not accomplish anything without my team, it felt amazing to excel in a sport that I love.
I was in my Junior season for football, and it was looking to be a good one. We started off doing well, but we struggled at time, though we bent but didn’t break. We kept at perfect record of 5-0 heading into our homecoming game, and we had just came off a huge last second victory over a top-rated team in the state. I was injured during that game but failed to tell anyone, failure number one. I told myself that I was going to play the homecoming game because we were playing the worst team in the state and figured I couldn’t hurt myself any worse, failure number two.
My ACL Tear Journey At The Hospital A quick turn on a soccer field led me to the worst experience in my life. A while back in my sophomore year I tore my ACL while I was practicing for my first soccer game of the school year. I made a quick turn without positioning my feet correctly on the ground. I thought that I broke my knee, but I never knew that after that day I would have experienced the worst day a month after on February 15th.
Running down the court, people cheering your name, that's basketball. In this essay I will be discussing how I started as a dancer, and then suddenly found a new love for basketball. The first paragraph will begin to talk about how I began to talk about how I started to doubt myself when I first started playing. In the second and third paragraphs I will speak about my evolution as a basketball player. I was first dancing at the Pella Dance Studio, I was three.
That experience taught me a valuable lesson about being realistic and figuring out what would be the best decision for my life. However it didn’t end there. As you know I never give up and even when I’m told to stop or I’m not good enough I still keep going. My coach texted me about a week later and told me he made a mistake and he would want me to be on jv. That season for jv I started out from being cut, then being the very last guy on the bench, to then working my way up to be a starter for some games and getting lots of playing time.
I was determined to gain the strength back in my knee, so that I could get back on the basketball court. Unfortunately, I could not play my Junior year because,the doctors said that my knee was still weak. I missed playing with my teammates, and I missed the overall competitive and focused feeling I got from
I started to practice at my house—it was the only hoop available for me at the time. Everyday, I would go outside and just shoot as many shots as I can so, I could make my form better. A few weeks of practicing, I started to see progress in my form—I made more shots than usual. Since I thought I was getting better, I decided to ask my parents if they could put me in a basketball team. My parents agreed without any hesitation.
Though in end basketball will always be in me and no matter the situation basketball will always have a place in my