Essay “Beep”, “Beep”,”Beep”, It was 8:30 A.M, crawling out of bed after another sleepless friday night, I finally managed to shove a smoothie down my throat and get my mind mentally ready for yet another gruelling 4 hour practice. My morning routine before every practice consisted of my kinetic stretching and rolling out my muscles, along with my main playlist, “Pump up” before the 30 min drive out to calabasas. This was the week of my High School Varsity Lacrosse team’s championship, and was easily one of the most anxious times of my life in my entire sports career. Not only were we nearing finals for my school but, being captain of defense, I had an enormous role to play in helping my teammates along with myself. This wasn’t my first experience
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There center picked up the ball, and rushed straight toward our goal on a line towards me. This was it, I knew I had one option, and positioned myself straight towards him too. A natural force seemed to take over my body, and I used all my strength and weight to drop a shoulder into the player. I thought to myself, left , right, drop, and all I can remember to this day was the loud thud in my head and eyes. Unconscious, I laid frozen on the ground for over 30 seconds. The next thing that I could pull from my memory was our sports med over top of me frantically say “Casey, Casey, are you awake.” Coming back to consciousness, it was something unlike any other. Thoughts were rushing through my head and I couldn't understand what had happened. The medic went through a series of questions asking me what my name was and what day it was, all things I faintly remembered. I became nauseous and was violently throwing up on the sideline from the impact of our heads. At this point I was put in an ambulance and rushed to the hospital where I stayed overnight in recovery. The entire ride I spoke in very short phrases and tried to explain I wanted to play and I needed to help our team. I wanted to help my team and the last thing I wanted to do was let down my team. Being the only one who knew how to run our defense, our team struggled to keep through, and I was informed the next day we lost 5-6 in overtime. Later that day, the doctor told me I had gotten a stage 3 concussion. Thoughts and anxiety ran through my head, and the doctor told me that I wouldn't be able to play sports over my senior year. That was it, all I knew my entire life, the things I would spend every free second of my time thinking and doing was over. Although this was our last game, it took me months to realize that it was over. Forever since, it still is one of my biggest regrets. I can say one thing is that I will never regret giving every ounce of effort I had
There center picked up the ball, and rushed straight toward our goal on a line towards me. This was it, I knew I had one option, and positioned myself straight towards him too. A natural force seemed to take over my body, and I used all my strength and weight to drop a shoulder into the player. I thought to myself, left , right, drop, and all I can remember to this day was the loud thud in my head and eyes. Unconscious, I laid frozen on the ground for over 30 seconds. The next thing that I could pull from my memory was our sports med over top of me frantically say “Casey, Casey, are you awake.” Coming back to consciousness, it was something unlike any other. Thoughts were rushing through my head and I couldn't understand what had happened. The medic went through a series of questions asking me what my name was and what day it was, all things I faintly remembered. I became nauseous and was violently throwing up on the sideline from the impact of our heads. At this point I was put in an ambulance and rushed to the hospital where I stayed overnight in recovery. The entire ride I spoke in very short phrases and tried to explain I wanted to play and I needed to help our team. I wanted to help my team and the last thing I wanted to do was let down my team. Being the only one who knew how to run our defense, our team struggled to keep through, and I was informed the next day we lost 5-6 in overtime. Later that day, the doctor told me I had gotten a stage 3 concussion. Thoughts and anxiety ran through my head, and the doctor told me that I wouldn't be able to play sports over my senior year. That was it, all I knew my entire life, the things I would spend every free second of my time thinking and doing was over. Although this was our last game, it took me months to realize that it was over. Forever since, it still is one of my biggest regrets. I can say one thing is that I will never regret giving every ounce of effort I had