I grew up in Colorado Springs, CO. and moved to Virginia in 6th grade to start my education in the Fairfax County public school system. Growing up in Colorado I had never heard of the sport Lacrosse and ever since I moved to Virginia I couldn’t get enough of it. Throughout high school I played lacrosse, which really helped guide me in the right direction. I wasn’t too bad and was ready to play in college until it finally dawned on me that those days were over. Thursday: It was the day before the first game of my last high school lacrosse season. My team and I were going to play Langley, a rival we were determined to beat since I first started as a freshman on the team. We are out on the practice field working our butts off getting ready for the game. The sun was blazing, my feet were flaming as the sun was heating up the turf. By the end of the day I was worn out but am anticipating a great match on Friday. Friday: It was just at the start of the first quarter. It had been cloudy …show more content…
That didn’t last to long, as I couldn’t lift my arm two inches without feeling a sharp pain pulse through the right side of my body. All that ran through my mind was, "My lacrosse season is ruined, how am I supposed to play in college now." I managed to get up on my feet with my arm dangling by my side and wobbled to the sideline like a dazed drunk trying to get home. I immediately got off the field; I needed a second to realize what had just happened. Eventually my coach knew something was wrong and informed me to go talk to the medical trainer. He started diagnosing me putting pressure all around my shoulder and finally told me, “You broke my collarbone.” I was devastated, not only because it was my first broken bone, but also because I knew I was going to be out the rest of the season. I called my mom and informed her of the news. I was given a sling and sent straight to the