Having a physical disorder is usually noticed when a baby is born. That was not the case for me. As I grew up, each doctor’s visit was perfectly normal. That all changed when I was a senior at Baldwin Park High School.
Ever since sixth grade, I was on the basketball team. As I entered my senior year, my school had the best girls’ varsity basketball team in the league and I was apart of it. At one particular game, my life was about to change. We had to travel to Bonita High School for the game. With only about five minutes remaining, the other team had scored. As I began to back peddle, an opposing player bumped into me. She bumped me so hard I fell right on my behind. I was used to falling, but this was no ordinary fall. I hit the court so hard I nearly peed in my shorts. One of my team members helped me up and I continued to play. The game came to an end so we headed back to
Immediately my mom took me to the doctors. This would be the only doctor’s appointment that would not be normal.
About two months had past and my basketball season was now over, so I returned to the doctor. As he entered the room, the only tears he saw were tears of joy because I had finished my season and my team got first place in league. The doctor was in awe because he thought I would need surgery to repair my back. He named me the miracle player. To this day I still feel some discomfort from the disorder but I’m thankful I can still function properly and no surgery will be needed.
After telling me what I had, he continued to say that I would have to stop playing basketball. I almost started crying. There was no way I would let this stop me from playing. I begged the doctor to tell me what I could do strengthen my back. He proceeded to say that nothing would help, but as he seen my ey