Personal Narrative: My Choices In My Life

My mom always says that life is about choices. She says we can choose to make choices that make us proud, that we regret, and that have consequences. Ultimately though, she says that I get to choose who I want to be. I am passionate about the sports I play. I love everything about them: the hard work, sweat, tears and competitive nature that comes from playing on a team. In the fall, I’m on the football field. In the winter, I lace up my skates to play hockey. In the spring, I take to the lacrosse field. I was playing one of these sports, when I was faced with a situation that had definite consequences. I was 13 years old, last spring, and made a choice that will stick with me forever. It was a cool, cold, crisp spring morning at Grandville High School. It was one of our first lacrosse tournaments of the season and I have been looking forward to this day for a while. As we …show more content…
The other kid was arguing with the referee, so he was a little behind me in his walk. From the retelling of witnesses, the Grandville player heading to the penalty box wound up his stick, like he was going to hit a baseball off a tee. He gripped the handle of his stick, choked up on it, turned sideways and swung for the fences. The problem was, my head was the baseball and my body was the tee. The boy actually hit me on purpose, full force with his lacrosse stick to my head!
It sounded like a firecracker had exploded on my skull. Luckily, my helmet was on and because of the thousand watts of adrenaline surging through me, I didn’t feel any pain. Without thinking and in the blink of an eye, fast as light, I swung my stick with full force into the kid who just played baseball with my head. My stick struck him with so much velocity, picked him up, and his body went flying into the air like a rag doll. I watched in horror as he landed onto the ground with a