I discovered one of my passions by participating in a sport I swore i would never do: cross country. For the majority of my life I had played competitive soccer and it was part of my identity. I loved the feeling of sprinting down the field towards an attacking forward for the sole purpose of helping my team and I never wanted to give that up. Entering my freshman year of high school, I joined a soccer program that was filled with pressure to win games, and although I had a great time during the season with my teammates I sensed that something wasn’t right. My parents and friends knew the struggles I was going through with soccer and they all said the same thing, “why don’t you try cross country?” My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen.
I have experienced failure throughout my whole life. Though, the most recent failures I have experienced are when I entered the college. As one of the Best Player of the Year at soccer in high school, I took it for granted thinking that at my level, it would be okay for me not to continue practice soccer for the summer. Instead, I focus my whole summer working at two jobs near my house. As a result, I have learned a lesson the hard way.
I found it difficult in learning the sport, but my brother always told me not to give up on something you love. My brother would always be there showing me everything that I needed to learn to become a good soccer player. Knowing the sport and knowing how to play it is the best thing because you get to meet new people. People start to
Nothing is impossible when you put in hard work. My life has changed, I won’t stop trying until i reach to my goals. I have been through the good and bad times, sometimes i get tired and wanted to give up but my coach’s words inspired me to do better. Without him, I would already gave up and never get to experienced this
I was younger then, unsure of everything and constantly over analyzing my every move. I did not even know if I could trust my own thoughts, always cautious about what everyone else thought I was. Everywhere I looked I saw people with their entire lives put together like a puzzle, everything falling right into place without a care in the world. The day I was invited to volunteer at a camp was the day my life took a 180 turn, little did I know my life would never be the same again. Those next two weeks I would acquire the advice, support and stories I needed to change for the better.
It all seemed great, but was I ready or would I ever be ready to see people in their worst days? It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
Even though I lost I knew I had gotten into his head mentally because I didn’t see him since he ran into the locker room mad because I had embarrassed him and since he knew he was very lucky to get the win. Since I knew I had one or two more chance to wrestle Nerine in the state tournament in two weeks I felt I had brought him down a little bit mentally which I could use to my
The week before the homecoming game, we found out that our starting senior libero got sick with Mononucleosis, which meant that she couldn’t participate in any physical activity. We quickly had to find our next best passer, for that next week’s big game, and I was next in line. You will never know when you will have to step up, and when chances like this will arise . You always have be prepared, otherwise you might miss your chance. When I found out that I had to libero for one of the biggest games of the season, I was dripping with drops of nerves.
the drills were much harder than I was used too, and I got very confused easily for what I was supposed to do. After some more practices, I started doubting the skill I had because of the drills and plays we did. From that day forward, I realized that you learn from the tiny mistakes and all you can do to get better was to never give up, even if you weren't the best at something. I challenged myself to try my hardest at practice, and after a while I finally understood more plays and drills thanks to some practice and my very supportive teammates. Throughout the season, I learned that you should NEVER give up on what you love to do, and that you should always challenge yourself to get better by practicing or asking for some
That one step challenged me with the idea of never playing again. If I only know then what I know now, I would not have participated in that match. I have been playing soccer ever since I can remember. It was a great passion of mine, and a method for relieving all of the stress. I can still remember the day that it happened vividly.