Personal Narrative: The Time I Broke My Leg

Over the summer of 2009 I was playing with my friend Carissa, at Rohner Park, while we were playing on the monkey bars after a while of jumping off and landing on our arms to many times my bone gave out and i broke it. While screaming in pain my dad tried to ask someone for a cellphone to call my mom to come pick us up and take us to the hospital. When my mom finally arrived my dad rushed me into the car so we could go to the hospital. While we were in the car i told my mom to go faster because the pain was really starting to hurt.

At the age of sixteen towards the end of my sophomore year I suffered a fifth metatarsal fracture. At first I underestimated this injury and saw it as a minor setback and thought I would be ready to return to my sport in no time.

There were only six people, including myself and my mom, in the orthopedic clinic's waiting room. The other four were two couples. When we entered, one elderly couple glanced up with wrinkled faces. The other was a mother and her adult son, and both smiled at me and my mom. After we had checked in for my appointment, we sat and waited like the other patients. At the age of 15, I was the youngest in that waiting room. I was also the only one wearing a cast on my arm. I felt a bit out of place. Then the door to the doctors' offices swung open. A young couple walked out, holding onto the hands of a little girl. They all had sparkling eyes and beaming faces. Upon closer observation, I realized that the girl couldn't comfortably hold onto her dad's hand because she was wearing a prosthetic forearm and hand. Despite her condition, I couldn't help but smile at the sheer image of her joy. As the family walked by, I stuck my good hand out and asked for a high five. She was shy, but her parents encouraged her. She missed the first time, but after a successful second attempt with her prosthetic hand, everyone in that room, even the women at the

A time I had to overcome adversity in my life was when I became injured during the middle of cheer tryouts. At the time I was very passionate about competitive cheer, and my goal was to make the junior five team. When I got to tryouts everyone was tumbling, stunting and doing the dance routine. My adrenaline was pumping as I went to warm up my tumbling and throw a roundoff, back handspring, layout. I was determined to accomplish this for tryouts and impress my coach, but I was still very nervous. As I was running into the roundoff back handspring, I knew something was bound to go wrong. The next thing I knew I was in the middle of the air and suddenly landed on my knees, with my ankle twisted under me. My face got bright

When we got there my parents were in the lobby my mom crying in my dad's lap. We hurried to the x-ray room. When we got there they put me to sleep for I would not struggle. When I woke up I had my parents in the room and a cast on my leg. My mom came up to me and said, “Your leg, it’s broken”

I was around 12 years old when i heard my mother yell my name from the kitchen. Alarmed, i ran to the kitchen and saw her holding my step-father back. I was very confused, it must have been very serious if she called me into one of their argument. While still holding him back trying to keep him away from me, she told me to call the police,”Call 911!”,she said. I ran to the first phone i could find; they were all ripped from the cord. I didn’t know what to do, i couldn’t go back to the kitchen where i was exposed to my step-father. I ran outside to our next door neighbor; knowing they had their huge pitbull unleashed i hesitated to take another step. What was i going to do? Go back to the kitchen and tell my mom i can’t call the police because

I left the doctor’s office feeling like raindrops on a widow, sad. My pinkie was broke, and breaking my pinkie made me wake up and realize that we should be more careful with the human body. We get one body per life, so we should take care of it more than what we do.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

My friends and I were Pokemon go hunting and I caught a lip of the concrete. I was at the courthouse with Daniel Ace Miguel and we were playing Pokemon Go.

As I speak I pretend to pass out. But then something hit me. I was really in pain on my back. As if someone had stabbed me. I screamed in pain as mom turns me over seeing the wounds that were bestowed upon me. Father rushes to call the doctor and as I see Macy comes running in like dog to come help. As Macy cleans my wounds and slow asked what happened after my father had left the room.

After an intense amount of screaming and noise you really learn to appreciate those moments you're alone and everything is quiet. I still wasn’t over what had just happened, I sat there watching as nurses passed by going up and down the hall as if I was watching cars fly by in traffic. Every Now and then I would find myself glancing down at my arm and leg that were covered in bandages so thick I felt like the younger brother from the Christmas Story. Waking up the next morning was filled with confusion as to where I was and how had I gotten here. It didn't take me that long to remember I was in a hospital and I was there because I had broken my arm in a double compound fracture, with a five inch long abrasion. Now I’d be lying if I said that

It was during a high school wrestling tournament when I noticed the frantic wave and terrified look on the official’s face. As an athletic trainer, we run out to injured athletes almost every day. Sometimes we are fortunate to witness the mechanism of injury and have an idea of what we are running to, but that day I was blinded. When I approached the athlete it was like nothing I have ever seen before. My heart stopped as I looked at the athlete lying face down on the wrestling mat with his right knee bent and his foot lying flat on the ground beside him. His knee had dislocated. Until that point, I had only seen this deformity and type of injury in pictures. My adrenaline immediately spiked. I had the athletic director on the phone with the

I felt like my leg was broken, I didn’t want to move. Now when you’re in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of tough cowboys, this is comedy to them. They all told me to walk it off, that I would be just fine. But they couldn’t feel the sheering/burning pain I felt. If felt like my shin was split in half, there was no way I was going to be able to walk.

Have you ever heard the saying, “It’s only funny until someone gets hurt?” I learned that the hard way. I have never broke a bone. My sister, Robin, changed that Friday, July 15, 2016. She decides that she wants to tickle the back of my neck while we are washing the dishes. As she tickles the my neck, I lean forward rapidly with my mouth open and slam into the the sink with a painful crack. I raise up and find out that this causes me to chip my left front tooth and break my right front tooth in half exposing the nerve. Breaking my teeth portrays my worst accident causing immense pain, terrible suffering, and unexpected dentist appointments.

From the first time it never got easier. There were still times when my dad would walk in on me crying. Everyone has a heart break in their life. Mine just so happened to be the one I thought would never leave, and the one I had planned my future with. July 16th, 2016 was the first day Brandon came to hangout with me, and the day i knew would change everything for me. Honestly, there was no other excitement in the world that could top the way my heart raced that day. He pulled up to the driveway in a black dodge megacab. Not knowing what how the night would play out I quietly jumped in the truck and we started a very basic conversation and surprisingly we both couldn't stop smiling. We headed to champaign to go to the car demolition since his family was running in it. That night after the demo’s we went to his house and he had talked me into sitting down right beside him so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and of course i said yes. Looking back now I should’ve said no.