Breakthrough- a christian short story

The day it happens

     At first, I just felt numb and pain from falling on the hard, grassy field. Then the real pain registered. The pain was excruciating. My vision was fuzzy and I didn't notice all the people around me, or my dad stroking my hair or my mom holding my hand, crying, saying, "You are going to be okay, Kenzie. You are going to be okay, my baby."

     I wake up in the hospital, feeling more numb than before. I sit up and then immediately lay back down because my head is pounding to the beat of my heart. I am very confused, until understanding creeps into my mind. I tore my ACL. The unmistakable POP said it all. I've never torn my ACL before but its the kind of thing that your body just knows. So I sob. I sob not because of the pain, but because of how hard it is to come out of this injury. I sob because of how hard it is to come out of this injury and back to soccer.

      My mom comes into my cold, stale, hospital room and sees me sobbing. She comes over to me, sits on my bed, and says, "You're okay honey. You are going to be alright." Her words are comforting, but I can't get over the possibility that I may never play soccer again.

   Through sniffles I respond.

   "I may never be able to play soccer again."

    My mom is a very soft, sweet person that doesn't usually get angry. She put on her stern-face and I prepared myself for a lecture.

  "Don't you dare think like that. I have seen you and your love for soccer grow for years. You are a determined and strong player. You've been through injuries before. I know its hard, but I also know that you can do it."

   "Thanks mom." was all I could choke out because I'm still stuck on the fact that soccer could be gone from me forever.