High School Football: A Short Story

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As I sit on the school bus headed home I am being choked by uneasiness. I should be ecstatic and celebrating the victory of opening night high school football like my teammates around me. It was my senior year; all the work I had done for the last three years would finally pay off as I became a starter and we were aiming to repeat as state champions. This was not the case as a high speed collision on kickoff caused my shoulder to dislocate. The stinging pain radiated across the right side of my body as trainers tried to put it back into place. After enough wiggling a feeling of relief came over me as I felt a gentle pop. My shoulder was back in place, yet it didn't feel right. This worry of a potentially significant injury lingered in my mind …show more content…

As I awaited the doctor, all my fears and suspicions were swirling around in my head. Was my senior year of football going to end as quickly as it began? After what felt like hours the doctor finally arrived and prepared to sedate me. I was only unconscious for minutes before I woke up in a sling with my arm back in place. I asked the doctor if it was bad, while he did not have the tests to confirm it he suggested that it is was most likely a significant injury due to how unstable the joint had become. As I lay there, I felt the tears well up inside me, I did not particularly like school, but sports and the friendships they built always made it tolerable. It felt like everything I had worked for was crumbling around me. This was confirmed as a later MRI showed I had a torn labrum, surgery and physical therapy was the …show more content…

As a patient I did not understand anything that was going on around me, yet I was not scared. The health professionals whom I had interacted with were so comforting. They radiated confidence and intelligence, but were still approachable and sympathetic. These people gave me back my health and were heroes to me. This is when my interest in medicine began. This moment led me to entering a pre-med program as well as taking on shadowing and volunteer positions. The medicine I saw first hand was much different than what was in the text books, it had finally become real to me. My most memorable experiences were found shadowing in a clinic with a large number of refugee patients. As a half Egyptian, half American student who can speak some degree of Arabic I was given an opportunity to serve a disadvantaged

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