Sitting here reflecting back on what has happened in my nearly 23 years, I’ve faced some scary stuff already. Certainly, some of you have faced worse than me (I know, I’ve read a lot of it here), but I can’t just passively wave away some of the things that have happened to me.
I’ll start here:
My rookie year playing lacrosse here at WMU, I barely got in at all. We, as a team, went down to University of Illinois to finish off our season, with no hope of making the playoffs. We partied, drank a lot, and had a good time.
Sunday, we had our game. We were getting beaten badly, but no one cared. Everyone was playing an unnatural postition (our goalie at midfield, defensemen on attack, etc.). After the half, the coaches looked down the line to those of us who weren’t very good and told us to get ready.
I went in. My very first shift of the day, and I was excited. We got the ball into the offensive zone and were moving it around well. I looked over and saw a pass coming for me. I moved into position to take it, but a U of I player knocked it down in mid air.
I went in for the ground ball. Somewhere in between I forgot the cardinal rule of lacrosse, and contact sports in general: Keep your damn head up. I saw the ball, went to scoop and then
cold aluminum was along the base of my neck
everything was dark
My captain, also a trained EMT was yelling to me, but where were my feet? I couldn’t feel them. Where were my ankles and my knees?
I had landed down on my belly, face down in the dirt. Somehow I ended up on my back. Coach Wally couldn’t get my helmet unstrapped, and I was having a hard time answering anyone. Things were dark, and I wanted to know where my feet were. Finally, my helmet was off, but I can’t remember what people were saying.
Suddenly, my feet began to tingle. I wiggled my toes and felt relief wash over me. Someone was picking me up. In fact, two people had determined that I could feel my legs (I must have affirmed this) and were picking me up to carry me over to the bench. I stayed there for the rest of the game.
My career since has been riddled with minor injuries; I just lack the confidence to go out there after that hit.
I have no idea what made me think of this. Perhaps I was just thinking of my own mortality and how close I came to losing some of my body’s fuctionality.
Feel free to contribute your own story.