Personal Narrative: My Collapse

Snap. It was almost five years ago when I fractured the largest bone in my body. We prepped for the stunt and threw my teammate in the air but when we caught her everything started to spiral. I screamed and collapsed on the ground. I was crying so much that my best friend cried too because she hated to see me in so much pain. My coach tried to see if I could move but I couldn’t. She tried to make me feel better by saying everything would be fine and that I just tore a muscle but I knew it was broken. I got some x-rays and waited for the inevitable with my mom, dad and grandmother. The doctor came back in and told me that I had fractured my femur and that I needed to get metal rods in my leg to mend the bone back together. I was devastated because all this meant to me was that I couldn’t cheer. …show more content…
My physical therapist came in on the last day to help get me out of bed. The pain was overwhelming. Having a broken femur and to not move your legs for a week had an impact. When I walked for the first time everything felt so heavy. I went home and just fell into depression mode. I didn’t want to go to school, I didn’t want to go to physical therapy and I didn’t want visitors. Overall I felt sorry for myself but I came to realize that self pity wasn’t going to help me. Self pity was keeping me from my goal. I wanted to walk but most importantly I wanted to dance. I didn’t let my injury stop me and I’m still dancing and cheering today. This injury has stayed with me throughout the years. Even with academics I tell myself that I’m only going to improve in something if I want it and to persevere even if the road is