Autobiographical Narrative

Brian H
7/8/11
Period 2
My Broken Finger

I love to play football. I feel football is a great outlet for releasing stress. I also feeling l that football is something I’m very good at football. It’s one of the few things I feel I’m good at. I work extremely hard when I play and train, I can say football is my favorite sports to play. One particular challenge I overcame happened this past football season. I broke my pinky in the middle of a game. I still ended up scoring two touchdowns and finishing the game. I felt great but later found out the bigger challenge was still ahead.
After playing a great game I was pumped and excited about my performance. After getting home I had my social worker Nick look at my pinky, he decided to take me to the Children’s Hospital and from the Children’s Hospital I went to Palomar Hospital to go get X rays. Then I went back to the children’s hospital and they confirmed that my pinky was broken. At first I was really mad because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to play football for like 6 weeks. After waiting for another hour the doctor finally came in and told me that I wouldn’t be able to play for about 3 to 6 weeks. My only reaction was “Damn It” I can’t play football.
Here is where I had to challenge myself to overcome my injury. Without even knowing it I was depressed and mad about me not be able to play football and possibly not finishing the season with my team. Besides that, the injury was on my right hand so I couldn’t eat, write, or play video games. It was hard to do anything and I was getting angrier every day. But the worst was not having any control. How can a pinky stop me from playing, and how one doctor note can change the way I feel. I became rebellious and didn’t figure it would be worth doing anything, for what.
After days of not going to school and just sleeping long naps I became frustrated and started messing with my cast. It didn’t take long to start breaking it apart I was up all night till like 2 trying to take it off with help of my roommates. Then the next day I was ready to go to football practice I had all my gear on. I was waiting in the office then Beth came out and said “ What the heck did you do?” I told her, then they made me go home and had the nurse set another appointment for me to get another cast put on the next day. I knew then I needed to be patient and let time heal my finger.
In conclusion I was able to have the doctor look at my finger after three weeks and my pinky was healed! I was approved by the doctor to play football and the final four games of the season. I t was hard. I also overcame not using my right hand. I adjusted my everyday routine, I learned to eat and wash with my left hand. I think I overcame this challenge because it thought me to be patience and think about consequences. I still love to play football and I know there are bad things that happen but I can’t control that. I can control how I handle it though.