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this story is about my friend who got injured during a football game and how he copes with the effects afterwards.

Submitted: May 23, 2013

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Being an injured player is something that is difficult to withstand. To see the players be able to perform with all the skills they worked so hard to obtain over the summer is frustrating. All summer, I attended every workout, intent on becoming a starter and having a great senior season. I lifted, trained, ran, sweat, and bled. The feeling I get when I work towards a goal that means a lot to me is one that is unexplainable. I do everything in my power to achieve an objective, and when I can’t it hits deep.

All these feelings started to surface during my fourth game against our toughest city rival. There was thirty seconds left in the second quarter. I was eager to get off the field for halftime to get some much needed rest and regroup with the defense. The offense stepped up to the line, and the defense met them with equal aggression. The ball was handed to the halfback. He bolted down the line to my left. I ran for all that I was worth. The halfback lowered his shoulder readying himself for the inevitable hit, just as I began to get low to deliver the blow. That when I felt it. Snap! The next thing I remember was looking up at my coach’s face through my helmet as he was saying “everything is going to be okay.” As I am riding in the ambulance, the medic told me that I had tore my knee in two places. I was dumbfounded; moreover the eerie feeling began to approach me. I was never going to be able to play football again. The sport that has consumed so much of my life was over. I would never be able to suit up, and walk out under those Friday night lights. Hearing the roar of the fans on both sides, or getting that rush of adrenaline just as the first play begins.

I was experiencing the worst pain I have ever felt in my life. As I went through countless surgeries and saw endless amounts of doctors and nurses, there was only one thing on my mind, “can I play?” one doctor told me I would be lucky to get half of my motion back let alone play again. So after twelve surgeries and four screws later, I began recovery.

I was astounded by my progress. In just six short months I had gained full motion and began to run again starting off in small increments then moving on the more difficult miles. But that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was to watch my teammates go out on the field every Friday night and play there hearts out. It killed me inside to know that I couldn’t be in the trenches with them clawing towards the state title. As the season nears its end, my team is having a record setting season with only one loss. The playoff journey was rough though we only got to the second round, it was bittersweet because they knew they played there hardest, but everyone knew why I was sitting on the bus after the game not saying a word. Everyone knew that I would give anything to have been out on the field with my brothers fighting for the win.

The upcoming months were difficult because as my recovery was quicker than normal, I knew that no matter how quick my recovery was and how good I felt I would never play the one thing I love most in the world, until I received a letter in the mail. The letter was from a division two college in north Georgia asking me to look into there college program. Later that day I found out that my coach had sent what little game film that he had of me, from my senior season, to many of the colleges in the state. Eventually word spread that I had recently had a knee injury, then all of the sudden I didn’t receive anymore letters from colleges in the mail. I still continued to recover and train in hopes of walking on for a team. The only thing that motivated me was the hope of just playing one more time.

As time passes throughout life it is important to keep in mind that not everything is certain. Things that you want must be earned nothing is just going to be handed to you on a silver platter, and most importantly do anything you do to the fullest because you never know when it is going to be your last. 


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