My personal experience with following my conscience was whether I should quit playing club basketball or if I should continue to play club basketball and become more advance in basketball. It was around october 18th, 2014. I was 14 years old, whenever I made my decision to quit, my mother was the person I made my decision with. The following sunday my mother and me went up to kirkwood, where the club organization was located and told the coach why I didn’t want to continue playing. The coach understood why I didn’t want to continue playing and told me he’ll always have a spot on his team for me if I ever wanted to come back and play for him.
I look back on that decision and wonder, “what if I didn’t quit.” What would be different with my life,
Everything is Earned My eyes intensively scanned the computer screen, looking for my name on the roster. I checked, then doubled checked, then triple checked… it wasn’t there. A wave of sadness and frustration overtook me, and I began to cry. I was cut from the team.
Sophomore year I was playing at a soccer tournament with my old team. I was playing a great game even though the score was not reflecting my hard work. Towards the end of the game I jumped up caught the ball landed, my body went one way and my legs went the other, then I fell to the ground. Everyone around me had heard a pop, I knew it was my ACL. From this moment in my soccer career I knew I needed to be determined and to be focused on my recovery in order to get back out there.
I wanted my friends to think that I was not afraid to quit. My dad tried to talk me out of quitting, but I did it anyways. Lengel also tried to talk Sammy out of quitting by telling him he did not know what he was doing. “You don’t know what you’re saying”
This led to me questioning my goals in life and if I really wanted to continue playing baseball at all. Up until this point baseball was a fun extracurricular activity that I enjoyed. It soon became a more job-like experience and felt like a burden rather than a relief. The pressure to uphold my academics and the straining relationship between me and my coach were two of the main reasons I decided to quit baseball. Furthermore, there is an additional reason that contributed to my decision to quit my highschool baseball
I realized that hard practice and confidence would have improved my athletic abilities. I failed to see myself as an individual that could continue with a task - despite the difficulties. But I learned to thrive from my weaknesses. Not only did quitting sports allow for me to focus on my passions, but it taught me to not let obstacles and frustration hinder those passions. Doing what makes me happy is my ultimate goal, even if that means not playing sports - just like everyone
Everyday people have the opportunity to determine and construct their own decisions and fulfill personal desires. People don 't control their fate, however their destiny lies within their own hands. Believing in fate means supernatural power beyond your control predetermines your life. Ambition and effort towards your goal will determine the outcome of your future. Through experience I 've conquered and obtained my long term goal of playing collegiate level basketball.
If you are a volleyball player and you lose all of the time, you are not going to ever win if you quit. In life, you must always try to get better and never quit. If you are in chorus and you don't understand a song, you never will understand it if you decide to quit. Sometimes you just have to realize that you must keep
My senior year I decided to tryout for the soccer team. I thought I had a pretty good chance in making the soccer team since I’ve had some experience playing soccer, and I thought I was pretty good. Anyway, I ended up making the team, and their were some times I felt like quitting because we did ran so much, but luckly I had my friends who motivated
I knew that I needed to start thinking seriously about my future and what I wanted to do with my life. This meant making
Why are we prone to make the mistake, give some examples of cases in your life where you’ve committed the mistake? People make this mistake because they’ve been taught that quitting is bad, and that they should stick with the choices they’ve made. They also make it because they see quitting as a sure loss, when they have the chance to invest more resources, and possibly recover what they’ve already lost. Taking this risky gamble seems like the right choice for them, because they are allowing the sunk cost to effect what they think their risks going forward are. When I was in high school, I joined the Softball team because I knew my parents wanted me to be involved in sports.
I contemplated if it was worth my time to finish out the last two years of my career. I figured I was never going to play much. A freshman who was behind me on the depth chart at the beginning of the season, passed me midway through the season so I saw no playing time the last half of the year. I never had a problem balancing school and football, but I found myself bringing football, to school. During class and while taking tests, I was thinking about football and why everything had gone terribly wrong suddenly.
Some of the consequences I would have if I quit would be I wouldn’t get a scholarship for it or even just a scholarship to go to college and all my friends and family would be mad at me and tell me I need to get back in football. I also would have hated myself for it because I love football and i’ve been playing for 11 years now and I would thrown all of my experience and the sport I love all away.
Four years ago I never thought that basketball would come to an end. During my freshman year I thought that high school was endless, and senior year seemed like a distant future. Last Wednesday brought me back into reality, and showed me that the end is near. It was the District Semi-Final game, and of course we had to play McBain for the third time this season. That day we had an overall good feeling about the game, but there was also this nagging sensation that volleyball may repeat itself.
I have regretted my decision ever since I chose to walk away from skating and not come back. By not staying and fighting I gave up the thing that made me happiest. I wish that I could go back in time and stand my ground. I wish I could have been strong for myself. I wish that I did not give
I started to practice at my house—it was the only hoop available for me at the time. Everyday, I would go outside and just shoot as many shots as I can so, I could make my form better. A few weeks of practicing, I started to see progress in my form—I made more shots than usual. Since I thought I was getting better, I decided to ask my parents if they could put me in a basketball team. My parents agreed without any hesitation.