What happens when the one thing you wanted the most has been taken away from you within a second? The goal you have worked so hard for falls just out of reach? When there remains, perhaps, just a glimmer of hope? Do you give up, convinced all is lost? Do you work your hardest, determined something may still be possible? I know that this exact thing has happened to me when I thought my sports career was over for good.
The instant when I thought my life had fallen to pieces was the night I messed up my knee. It was my junior year during the first basketball game of the season and a girl had taken me out during a lay up. As I came down and hit the floor I heard a pop and I knew exactly what had happened because my softball coaches had always talked about their knee surgeries. After the swelling went down I went and got it checked out. This experience was like waiting for rain to fall in a continuous drought. Waiting for the results felt like an eternity.
Once the results came back the doctors had told me that I had torn my ACL, MCL, meniscus, and fractured my patella and femur. They also told me that it was likely that I would be playing any sports for a long time. I was devastated. I couldn’t believe that sports, which had taken a huge roll in my life, would be taken away from me just like that.
At first I thought that this couldn’t be happening to me, what did I do to deserve this? After a while I decided that I couldn’t dwell on the bad and I had to focus on the positives and find a goal to work towards.
My first goal was a large one. It was to back playing sports by my senior year. I knew that this was going to be a very hard goal to attain but I also knew that if I worked as hard as I could, it would be possible.
Instead of tackling one big goal I thought it would be easier to take on smaller goals one at a time. I started working on my first goal the second I got out of surgery, this goal was not to complain about anything. I made this my first goal because I knew that complaining would get me nowhere, I was going to have to work for everything.
Even though it was a gruesome 9 months I ended up being able to play in my first volleyball game my senior year. I was able to participate in basketball and softball as well. It took me a while to feel back to normal but I did it. In the end all my hard work paid off. I feel as though if I had never experienced this then I would never know the real meaning of hard work.
When you make goals for yourself sometimes they are larger than life and you think you cannot reach them but if you want them bad enough you can attain them. Richard Bach said: “Argue for your limitations, and sure enough they are yours.”
I managed to persevere through all the bad time and I stayed positive in the toughest times. Was there a time where you thought you had nothing left but managed to find hope and work through it? Was there a time when you put your heart and soul into something and came out stronger than ever?