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Katherine Marr
Ms. Gardner
English 10 Period 0
16 January 2015
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Throughout my tumbling elementary career, I suffered from many scraped knees. In third
grade I lost my balance while giving my friend Siena a piggyback ride, sending us both crashing
to the unforgiving ground. I earned two matching scrapes on my knees and a new understanding
of what one should do on a concrete surface; she received stitches. In fourth grade I fell off my
bike, an incident that occurs to every bike rider at least once in their lifetime. In my case, knee
pads would have been more helpful than a helmet. Later, in sixth grade, I tripped and fell down
the concrete steps of our front porch. I still have a scar on my right knee from that occasion.
Each time, a concerned bystander, usually my mom, would ask me,
Are you ok sweetie? to which I responded with tears. For some reason, a scrape on my
knee hurt more than the road rash on my hands, or the cut on my elbow. Perhaps it was because
this wound took longer to heal. I felt it in every pained step I took. I saw it every time I applied
neosporin and a fresh Band-Aid. And it always left a scar, a reminder of the injury, the pain.
I was nine when I first played for a soccer team, after my mom had signed me up for a
camp which I grudgingly agreed to attend. One of the coaches mentioned my potential to my
mother, and five years later, my life now revolves around it. I believe that my most often used
response to any variety of requests is, I cant, I have soccer.
In an official soccer match, it is required for one to wear cleats with plastic studs, shin
guards, and socks that cover them completely. It is not required, however, for one to wear any
protection for the knee. That would restrict movement, hindering ones ability to play. Therefore,
my vulnerable knees have been subjected to many, many bruises throughout the years. The
offender was frequently a teammate during practice, and the painful jab would be accompanied
by a hasty, Sorry! Nevertheless, there were a few times in games when a particularly nasty girl
would direct her wild kick at my leg, which resulted in a tender mark that would fascinate me by
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changing colors every day. At that moment, if a teammate inquired, Are you okay? I would
respond with, Im fine through gritted teeth. It is dejecting for me to realize how people take
for granted their ability to walk without pain in their knees, until they experience it for
themselves.
The knee is the largest joint in your body. It is the bridge between your thigh to the rest of
the leg, connected by cables of ligaments and tendons, enabling it to bend, allowing movement.
If one of these ligaments or tendons is strained, or worse, torn, that mobility is stolen right out
from under your feet. My former teammate experienced this agonizing torment when she tore her
ACL last year. She had to undergo surgery, and wasn't allowed to play for nine months. She is
not alone. Many famous football, basketball, and soccer players have suffered career ending knee
injuries. According to sports medicine Dr. Souryal, there are between 250,000 to 300,000 ACL
injuries per year, the majority being athletes. Almost 300,000 people lose the ability to walk and
run each year. They are confined to a bed, a wheelchair, or if they are strong enough, crutches.
Dependent upon others, forced to watch their friends play their position, win their game, while
they are restricted to the sidelines. Imagine the joy they feel when they take their first steps once
again, regaining their strength, restoring their independence, reviving their spirits.
I learned at a young age that what lends you freedom and ability can also cause equal
pain and suffering. For some, they must lose what they take for granted before they are granted
with the realization of what they lost. I have realized that a persons knees are among some of the
numerous everyday privileges that they take for granted. Everybody has knees. Even penguins
have knees! We should take advantage of the blessing that allows us freedom and independence;
run away from danger before it can catch up to us, get up from our chairs before we are
permanently confined to them. I appreciate my knees after every practice, every game. They
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permit me to pursue the sport I love, my passion. I hate to employ a grossly overused clich, but
carpe diem! Theres no telling how much longer anything will remain certain. So, seize the
day, before it seizes your knees.