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Limitations

“Limitations”
What comes to mind when you think of the word limitations? Many things popped into my mind, as I’m sure did yours. I had a limitation put on my life a little more than two and a half years ago, and it continues to affect my perspective on life.
Almost 3 years ago, during my freshman year of basketball, I had an injury I never would have expected. It was the fourth game of the season and my team was off to a great year. We are in a close, intense game, when suddenly I picked up my fourth foul. To my surprise, my coach didn’t take me out, so I kept playing hard. I had a steal and was zooming down the court, when I pulled up fast for a short shot. I turned my tired knees sideways, without moving my body and jumped up high. I immediately fell to the floor and couldn’t move. I felt as if m leg was a limp noodle. The next thing I knew, people rushed on the court and were carrying me off. A friend’s dad, who was a doctor, checked my knee out. He said I just strained a muscle and that my ACL is still in place. That was a giant relief to me. But unfortunately he was incorrect. At the doctors’ office a few days later, I got the worst news possible. I had torn my ACL almost completely and I would have to undergo surgery if I ever wanted to play sports again. That was the day I felt as if my life was over. Sports have always come easy for me and been a major portion of my life. I can’t imagine not playing sports. I am a 3-sport athlete and was at one time, a 4-sport athlete. Basketball has been my favorite sport since I was born it seems like. It was almost a gift given to me to play basketball since I picked it up relatively fast for my young age. I had been playing basketball many, many years prior to my freshman year and I always thought, “no severe injury will ever happen to me, it only happens to other people” but low and behold I got a reality check. It wasn’t those “other people” anymore, it was me. My freshman year sports...