dreams had come true. I was a wife to the best man I had ever known and a mother to the most beautiful little girl in the world. I was walking proof that if you followed your heart, you could do great things. Things that brought you an abundance of joy. But no matter what, you had to have faith. Faith and hope were the two things that would carry you through your struggles and bring you happiness along the way.
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Since I was eight years old, I always dreamed of playing in the NFL. And throughout high school, my parents, coaches, and teammates were my backbone. They pushed me when I needed to be pushed, never letting me give up, knowing how important my career meant to me.
I attended the University of Delaware with a full paid scholarship in football. For once, everything felt right. I was certain I was going to make it into the big leagues until my sophomore year, when my knee blew out during an away game against South Carolina University.
I was rushed to the hospital by ambulance and taken straight back to the operating room to repair my right patellar tendon. Following my surgery, I remained at Palmetto Health Baptist Hospital for a little over two weeks. Two days after the operation, I got an infection in the same knee and had to start IV antibiotics. It was a bitch, to say the least, especially dealing with all the pain. After the infection had cleared up, I was finally discharged. My parents sat by my side, then drove me back to Maryland, helping me jump start my recovery.
I saw Dr. Hammond at Atlantic Physical Therapy three times a week for a six consecutive week period. Dr. Hammond was a well-known PT in town who specialized in sports-related injuries. After I had pushed through rehabilitation, I was excited to get back out on the field and practice again with the team, until my life crumbled again before me.
I was getting ready to head back to school when I went out to check the mail. As I retrieved the mail, I leaned down, and when I stood back up, I somehow pulled my bad knee out of place again.
Ma rushed me to Annapolis Orthopedics where Dr. Barnett ordered an MRI stat. When it was completed, he sat me down with the test results. That was when I found out my dreams were shattered—my career was finally over.
I had torn the meniscus in my right knee and was possibly looking at another surgery. I couldn’t move my leg at all. The pain was extremely intense. Dr. Barnett put me back in a full leg brace, sending me home with strict instructions to stay off my feet and rest until further notice.
Even though it was the end of spring and football season hadn’t started back up yet, Coach Myles held onto my position for the upcoming season. It was hard to replace a quarterback with as much experience as I had, but I knew in my heart that I was not playing again. That my dreams, my career in football, were over.
I went back to my apartment in Delaware needing to get away from everyone. I knew my family felt bad for what happened, but them hovering over me wasn’t something I could handle any longer.
I stayed in my apartment, turned off my cell phone, and pushed every-one away. I slept during the day, and at night, I partied my ass off with my buddy Jack.
Leaving the team meant losing my scholarship. It wasn’t something I ever expected to happen.
It took me some time, but with the help from my family and friends, I was finally able to sober up and continue on with my degree. That’s when I met the girl of my dreams.
I never understood the true meaning of love until I first laid eyes on Jazz. She captured my soul, stole my heart, and somehow turned me into fucking mush. My brothers thought it was funny how much I’d changed, but they were the least of my worries. Jazz was made for me and the night of Brayden’s graduation, I knew I had to make her mine. There was no other way to go about it.
Her brown hair flowed down the bottom of her back with curls that bounced every time she turned.