For some reason, I felt the need to make this thread. Now, I'm not asking for you guys to share your experiences with someone close to you dying or getting really sick, but if you want to share then that's fine. What I really want is worst experiences that directly happened to you, like what I'm about to share.
I started playing (American) Football when I was 5 years old. I was and am a very athletic and competitive person, so I absolutely loved Football. I quickly became good at it because my Dad trained me all the time and he also was good when he was younger. My 2nd year playing, I was starting QB and scored a touchdown on the very first play of my very first game starting. The feeling of scoring a TD really is unrivaled, but I didn't even celebrate, just gave the ball to the ref and went to the sidelines... maybe I was in shock idk.
Anyway, a few years later, when I was 10, we were practicing on a baseball field. You know, in the grass part because the football field was occupied. We were doing a simple scrimmage (where you play your own teammates) and just going through some plays. I was running back at this point. So I get the ball, run, and get tackled. The way I land is on my back with my legs over my head. And there was about 10 people on top of me while I was at the bottom. Now keep in mind, it's about 90 degrees and we are in full equipment. Meaning helmet, shoulder pads, etc. So it was already hard to breathe, but now I am getting almost no air while my chin is tucked into my chest with all these pads on with 10 people in full pads on top of me. The worst part of it was I couldn't call for help. I was so out of breathe that no sound was coming out, and even if it did I doubt anyone would have heard me. I was literally suffocating, and there was nothing I could do about it. Usually the players get off of the tackle pile relatively quickly, but they were either messing around or just going super slow.
I had not other options, so with all my might, I started to wiggle and tried to get my head to flip through to where I'd land on my stomach. It felt like I was there for hours and it was only a minute or so. I felt the weight on top of me lighten, so I pushed with all I had and finally flopped on my stomach. The anger I felt at that point was only overtaken by my exhaustion. I didn't even tell anyone at first, I just went to sit down and process what just happened.
In the scheme of things it might not seem like that big of a deal. And I've had worst experiences in my life. But this was unique because I personally was experiencing it from beginning to end, it was happening to me not anyone else. If they would have stayed on my a little longer, or I hadn't of tried to flip over, who knows what would have happened.
With all this said... god, I miss playing football so much!
I started playing (American) Football when I was 5 years old. I was and am a very athletic and competitive person, so I absolutely loved Football. I quickly became good at it because my Dad trained me all the time and he also was good when he was younger. My 2nd year playing, I was starting QB and scored a touchdown on the very first play of my very first game starting. The feeling of scoring a TD really is unrivaled, but I didn't even celebrate, just gave the ball to the ref and went to the sidelines... maybe I was in shock idk.
Anyway, a few years later, when I was 10, we were practicing on a baseball field. You know, in the grass part because the football field was occupied. We were doing a simple scrimmage (where you play your own teammates) and just going through some plays. I was running back at this point. So I get the ball, run, and get tackled. The way I land is on my back with my legs over my head. And there was about 10 people on top of me while I was at the bottom. Now keep in mind, it's about 90 degrees and we are in full equipment. Meaning helmet, shoulder pads, etc. So it was already hard to breathe, but now I am getting almost no air while my chin is tucked into my chest with all these pads on with 10 people in full pads on top of me. The worst part of it was I couldn't call for help. I was so out of breathe that no sound was coming out, and even if it did I doubt anyone would have heard me. I was literally suffocating, and there was nothing I could do about it. Usually the players get off of the tackle pile relatively quickly, but they were either messing around or just going super slow.
I had not other options, so with all my might, I started to wiggle and tried to get my head to flip through to where I'd land on my stomach. It felt like I was there for hours and it was only a minute or so. I felt the weight on top of me lighten, so I pushed with all I had and finally flopped on my stomach. The anger I felt at that point was only overtaken by my exhaustion. I didn't even tell anyone at first, I just went to sit down and process what just happened.
In the scheme of things it might not seem like that big of a deal. And I've had worst experiences in my life. But this was unique because I personally was experiencing it from beginning to end, it was happening to me not anyone else. If they would have stayed on my a little longer, or I hadn't of tried to flip over, who knows what would have happened.
With all this said... god, I miss playing football so much!
Being a gymnast was really my dream, it was my life, I wanted to grow up and participate in the Olympic games. When I knew I wasn't going to be able to practice gymnastics anymore I cried and didn't want to do anything else, it was probably my worst experience... Having to give up on something I really wanted and worked hard in.
