My harrowing screams did not help my massive dark purple balloon of a knee decrease in size. The referee blew the whistle and ball was emerged into the air. My mom dashes towards me, then kneeling on the ground talking to the trainer about my gruesome injury, I knew what happened. We all were aware of what happened. I tore my ACL. I have been playing soccer for twelve years and one of the four main ligaments within my knee is now ripped in half. I cannot walk, I cannot run, I cannot jump, climb or sit without feeling insufferable amounts of pain. It was at that very moment that I decided that this injury was not going to get the best of me. This traumatic incident became my motivation in challenging my inner strength to drive me to become better than I was before. The recovery to this type of injury takes close to a year. I pushed myself to gain all my muscle and strength back into my body in about ten months. In the beginning, with a big robot brace covering my full right leg, preparing me for what seemed like battle, was stressful. I wanted to be automatically healed. I wanted to be able to walk a couple steps without crashing to the