Posted: Saturday, August 11, 2012 6:52:42 AM
Running towards the goal with sweat dripping into my mouth, I fought hard to make a goal. The crowd cheering louder than ever, cheering me on. My cleats were beating against the ground splashing dirt across my soccer socks. Yet, I did not care. A few yards away from the goal I was hit from the side. My life seemed to have blanked out for a few seconds. When I woke up I was laying across the turf shaking in pain.
My lungs were not working properly, and for a moment I was not sure of what happened. My coach and teammates rushed over to me asking if I was okay. From the waist down I could feel nothing. You know when your foot falls asleep and it feels tingling? That is how my legs felt. Dead. I reached over to touch the side of my knee, checking to see if everything was okay. “ is that my bone?” I asked nervously.
My femur was broke. My muscle was pushed out to the side of my leg causing a really big lump on the side of my knee. By the time I was rushed into the ambulance I was sobbing harder than I ever sobbed. My legs were numb, and my head was screaming in pain. My ankle felt weird. I could not feel a thing.
I asked the man on the ambulance to take off my cleat for me.
As he pulled off the shoe a pain shot up from my ankle into my chase as fast as a bullet. My ankle was so swollen it looked like a big beach ball. It was broke. A few days after I was released from the hospital this song came on. Of course I heard it before but never really payed attention to it until now.
It was like a message from god telling me everything was going to be fine. Kelly Clarkson, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger was playing on the radio. From that moment on I look at life in a clearer vision. To know that I had survived something so painful only made me a much stronger person.