“Counting to 10. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 over and over not understanding why I had to continuously do these little exercises. Sitting in physical therapy I was lost as a person. I didn’t know what there was going to be left to do. Just days prior I had surgery after dislocating my knee three times. I had to get MPFL reconstruction in my left knee, this meant no soccer for a really long time. I knew I was no longer an athlete and this taunted me. As I lift my leg and count to 10 I begin to breath heavy, sweat, these small these small things feel nearly impossible. My body twitched as I rested after lifting it 10 times. I didn’t want to go, I asked not to go to physical therapy and went to sleep asking to not go to physical therapy. After realizing these small exercises helped I knew I needed to change my mentality.
I began going to PT more than 4 times a week. I started finding hope while I was there, not just hope of running again and playing but the hope of helping others. I would just stare at every little thing my physical therapist Lois did. Realizing getting better was all up to me. Acknowledging that, I began engaging all my time into Lois and my recovery. Lois while stretching my leg comforted me.
Everything she did was to help me. I also started helping myself, I would do the exercises alone at home, 1 by 1 getting stronger. But, as soon as I got everyday after school this began to become my motivation. I grew so many relationships while being there and began getting so inspired to help others. Now counting to 10 was a reward and a sign of strength. No more sweat at the little things like lifting my leg and walking. As I began gaining strength back I realized how blessed I was. I watched young kids learning how to just move their fingers in the slightest bit because the couldn’t. They couldn’t even walk or stand on their own. My little problems like getting back to soccer seemed so much smaller in these moments. I loved how welcoming my PT was it was a safe place away from stress and judgement
After getting cleared I slowly stopped attending PT but I began going back to soccer. I used to dream about playing but now I aspire to help. I’m the team mom of my varsity soccer team and try to help and fill everyone with joy as Lois did to me. I go to every practice and every game even on those days I wish I was on the field. I found determination in the rough days. I found the urge to conquer and overcome the little things in life. I found myself while counting to 10. I want to help people get over those small things that seem impossible but they are not. Counting 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 step by step something so upsetting in my life was turned into something to inspire me.
Lifting my leg, counting to 10 I got exhausted. I would hear ” Welcome back Angelina!” and smiles filled the room. Contemplating my career, I decided to stop playing soccer. This experience will help me ensure that I am picking the perfect job field for me.