Dribbling

Thankfully, there haven’t been any injuries, and the game has been clean. Eventually the second half starts winding down, the score now tied 1-1. Then comes a moment the players for both teams will never forget. An attacking player for the home team is dribbling at an away defender, the defender plants her foot and tries to turn with the attacking player when suddenly a loud pop is heard. The defender collapses and everyone immediately knows what has just happened. She has just become one of the…

The bright light shone on the smooth golden floor of the rowdy gymnasium. I ran towards the hoop dribbling the ball until I shot it into the air. The ball sailed in the air as an orange streak and landed in the basket, hanging there for a split second before falling to the ground with a resounding boom. The gymnasium instantly erupted with cheers. I decided to take a break so I headed towards the locker room. On the way to the locker room I heard footsteps behind me. I whipped around to see the…

It 's your big day!” yelled my Mom. A moan came dribbling out of my mouth as if going to school was the same as being put in a death camp. I got ready, but very slowly. I had to be in class at 8:00 or I would be late. Mom said we needed to leave the house by 7:40. Misty was very excited about going to school…

Occupational Profile of Patient M.P is a 10-year-old Hispanic male who is a middle school student. He lives in 1 story house with his parents and a 6-year-old younger sister in Northwest Houston. M.P. was referred to occupational therapy service to address delayed milestone in childhood. His mother stated that M.P. has not yet demonstrated optimal occupational performance relating to fine motor skills, visual-motor skill, and self-care skills such as feeding and grooming. M.P.’s occupational…

On the night I turned forty-four, I realized Polaris was not sprawled upon my blanket like usual. Castor was missing too. The chaos of sheets on his side was a signal for another one of his work days. “Castor, I’m up," I called. "I’ll cook, so for Heaven 's sake, don’t scream.” The late night infomercial buzzed from the other room. Because of the mutable fabric, Strawberry Jam can be worn as a coat during winter and a cape during any other season! Madame Strawberry meant it was still one o’…

In ten minutes, what can you actually do? Actually very little, but when multiplied day by day, the significance of these ten minutes suddenly grows, becoming very influential. Entering the meditations, I was unsure of where my inner thoughts would take me. Reflecting now, it seems that I have actually traveled quite far. After ten days of meditating for ten uninterrupted minutes, I have begun to anticipate my departure from the rest of the world, finding solace in my own monologue. This retreat…

A personal issue that people face is the courage to try new things. People are afraid of being ridiculed by others who have experience in a certain field. I sometimes question why others will make fun of a someone because they have the courage to try something that they are unfamiliar with. While there are some who will deride a person for having the bravery and determination to be successful in a field that they have no experience in, the majority of those who are experienced will display…

Don’t Tear it Female athletes on average are 3.5 times riskier for non-contact Anterior Cruciate Ligament injuries compared to males (Ireland). The Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) in the knee is likely to tear if a person lands wrong on it, which can be heard or felt by a pop or snap. The Anterior Cruciate Ligament is one of four ligaments that attach the femur, tibia and fibula. There are many sports that an ACL tear is more likely to occur in, such as, basketball, soccer and skiing. People…

My life began March 25, 1999 in a hospital in Michigan. I came out screaming and kicking until my mother complained to the doctor to settle me down. The doctor notified my mother that many babies cry much worse than this and I was absolutely normal. My mother, Cassaundra Kindley, and father, Richard Kindley, brought me home to my older brother, Caleb Kindley. Caleb, like always, was happy to see me. Before my mother had set me down, Caleb had already asked to hold me. At the time he was only two…