Nothing. My hands began to shake because I knew something was wrong. I sat there, in the middle of the court, looking at my knee. Nothing. I looked over to my dad and shook my head as he walked over. Nothing. My coach came over and asked me how I was feeling. I looked up at him, “nothing. I feel nothing.” Then I smiled in hopes to not freak him and everyone else out. I started to stand up with the help of my coach and my father. Nothing. I looked at my left knee as I tried to take a step, my knee gave way and shifted toward my right leg. Nothing. I knew something was wrong because I felt absolutely nothing, but my knee was swelling to the size of a baseball. That day I tore my Anterior Crucial Ligament in my left knee. This injury not only meant that I could not play volleyball from 6 to 9 months, it meant that I would have to get surgery to fix it. This was devastating to me because volleyball has been my entire life for as long as I can remember. I have been working my whole life to be the best that I can be at it. However, having this injury prevented me from being able to get better at volleyball. After surgery I became depressed from not being able to do any form of physical activity, especially volleyball. This then effected my grades, my family and my social life. I stayed at home in my room all the time, just sleeping to escape the pain from my knee, or the frustration …show more content…
Tearing my ACL made me focus on becoming the best that I can be in every aspect of my life. This also allowed me to realize what I really want to do in life, which is to help people recover from the injuries and setbacks that they have encountered. With the injury of my own I would never know that this is something that I wanted to do seriously. Now with the experience that I have from my own therapy and recovery I want to be able to help other recover as