My life ending
September 28, 2018. It’s late in the third quarter and we’re up by a lot, but coach calls a blitz to try to keep the pressure on. (some type of FL). I take off and slip through the offensive line. My right foot hits the ground to redirect my body and that’s when it happened. Blindsided from the left, I wasn’t prepared and my knee took the brunt of the hit. It was like a rubber band snapping. A balloon popping. My life ending. Ever since the fourth grade, when my parents finally let me go from flag to tackle, football has been my reason for being. I’m no 5 star recruit, I’m not going to be the next Hall of Fame player, but I work to be the best I can be. I know that’s cliche but that’s all I can control. On that night though, it seemed like the past, present, and future blurred together, becoming unemployed professors review. Nothing else mattered because for the first time ever I was down on the field, and too scared to get up. The rubber band that had snapped in my knee was my ACL, a vital ligament that requires surgery to fix. However, all I knew at the time was that it hurt a lot.
I wasn’t able to walk either so that made unemployed professors reviews the next day pretty interesting. Crutches and button-downs are a rough combination. Everyone kept asking me what happened and I could only guess at that point, but each time I explained what I thought may have happened, I was filled with more doubt, fear and uncertainty. I was full of worry but I had never felt more empty, even amidst the party going on around me. If I’m being honest though, nothing much changed after I could walk a few days later. I knew I couldn’t play, but I still went to practice to try and help the team. After talking to a few doctors I knew what the MRI would say, so it wasn’t a surprise when we had to set a date for surgery. Of course, I was still upset, but there was nothing I could do. I was powerless which is something I would have to get used to. But in reality, asides ....