“Can you get up!?” yelled my coach as I was laying down in the middle of the court. “I can’t move my leg!” I replied with a disappointed look on my face, towards myself. I was rushed towards the car and went straight towards the ER. It was March 1, 2016, the first game of the playoffs. When we all thought we all won...I lost. Bursting up and down the court shooting, missing, making didn’t matter to me anymore at that moment. I swatted the ball from my opponent’s hand, as I chased for the ball my opponent’s foot was at the wrong place at the wrong time…*POP!* “Owwwwww!” I screamed that the whole audience locked their attention towards me. “Are you alright?” Asked my coach “I don’t know.” “Can you get up?” “I can’t move my leg!” MY coach
