It’s been two years and not a day goes by that I don’t think about the strength, courage, and hope of Breanna McMahon. She is the epitome of determination and never cease to amaze me. When I want to give up, I think of her.
Two years ago, my current soccer team was trying to raise money for a tournament in North Carolina called CASL. It’s a big showcase tournament and we were all excited to participate but our funds were low. So we planned a car wash and everything was going great. I remember talking with someone on my team about how we needed to do another car wash soon because we were just having way too much fun and were making a lot of money. As the day wore on, some of us who had cars got our cars washed. Bree decided to help Chelsea, another teammate of ours, wash her car and was guiding her car up the angled driveway when Chelsea accidentally hit the gas instead of the break and pinned Bree against the wall of the garage we were using. Long story short, Bree had to have her left leg amputated slightly above the knee and the right leg was left in shambles. Countless surgeries later, she is back trying to play soccer. I remember when she first said she was going to play again. It was almost immediately after the accident and we all looked at her shocked. But we knew if anyone could do it, Bree could. It hasnt been an easy process. It hasnt been easy to talk about. I have learned so much from that day and I know I will continue to until I die. It’s strange when you look back and remember how it felt in that moment and to look at your life now. If you want an inspiration, google this girl. She will be your inspiration in a heartbeat.
Now that I am playing rugby, I use her story as motivation for the hard workouts we have. I am out with a second degree MCL sprain right now and was running stadium stairs while the team practiced. I felt my legs giving out and my breathe quickening but I thought of Bree and added 10 minutes onto my original goal because I know that that is what Bree would do. This hasn’t been one of those “happily ever after” stories but it is a story that needs to be told because there is no one else like her.
Here are two of my favorite pictures from that night:
Here is a picture of Bree and I at another tournament dressed out in our uniforms:
One of the most amazing things that came out of this awful and tragic experience was the wonderful community that formed from this team I was on. I was playing with girls who were a year older than me so they all left for college after the season but when we are all in town, we get together for dinner and icecream. We end up hanging out for at least 6 hours talking, laughing, and catching up on eachother’s lives. Some girls who moved away (one to Maryland and another to Texas) fly back just for these events because we know how important it is that we remember that we have each other. We may not be playing together anymore but we will always be each other’s teammates and, in a way, family.