I have chosen to take any negative experiences as future motivation to succeed. This has helped me to better appreciate not only the joy of winning, but also the hard work and devotion that goes into it. By doing this I am able to make more confident choices, accept the ideas of others, and inspire my peers to see the important opportunities that coincide with "failure" as well. Every day we are affected by actions, both our own and by those of others. It is how a person chooses to react to these actions (whether they are considered to be a success or failure) that reveals and shapes true
My desideratum is that you have to lose to know how to win. Personally, this helped me to realize that you can't succeed without going through hardships. That life isn't always just a stroll through the park. Actually I find it to be quite the opposite.
The worst day of my senior year all started one cold November morning, I was sitting at the breakfast table in silence. It was not because I had just woken up, but because I was focused. Extremely focused, the type of focus a person experiences from wanting something more than anything. There was one thing I was not expecting from that day, and that was feeling what it felt like to play my last high school football game.
You win if things work out as you faced your fears. You win too if it comes out to be bad, as you faced your fears and now you have an opportunity to learn from your decision and subsequent problems you faced. Failure isn’t daunting. If Thomas Edison did not continued to be persevere when he failed, he would not have become what he is today and we would not have lights. He failed 1,000 times!
The home football team was expected to win on Friday night, through the whole first half they were up 41-0. The coaches warned the players to keep their mind focused on the game until the very end. Ignoring their coaches advice, during halftime they laughed and joked around in the locker room assuming they had already won the game. However, during the second half of the game the visiting team that was down by 41 points came back and tied up the game leaving fans of both teams biting their finger nails in suspense as the two tams battled it out. The players realized that the joking around in the locker room during halftime had switched their minds from game mode to play mode and were struggling desperately to get the lead back. Nevertheless,
Nothing hurts more than being excluded. I learned this the hard way my sophomore year. This is a story about my high school lacrosse team. Most of my friends are on the team so we’ve become very close after playing together since the seventh grade. We play lacrosse in the backyard almost everytime we’re together.
Failing first before achieving something makes it that much greater. There is nothing better than achieving something highly sought after.
As Denise walked through the hallway of Highfield High School deep in thought and with a frown on her pretty face, she almost collided with other students. She stopped in front of her locker and stared at it with dark unseeing eyes. Her best friend Liz walks up to her own locker and greets Denise, but Denise doesn’t hear her. Instead she continues to stare at the door of her locker. “Denise?
When I came to Toll Gate High School as a freshman, I wasn 't sure if I wanted to wrestle or not. Some of the upperclassmen kept telling to come out for the wrestling team. I was at a football game for my nephew and some random person came up to me and asked if I was Jorden DaPonte. This random gentleman was Jerry Sabatelli, the Toll Gate Titan wrestling coach. He said I would start varsity as a freshman and I would become better at football. So when the first day of the season came, I went to the first practice. After the first I wanted to quit. My whole entire body was sore and I was exhausted. I stuck it out and realized that the sport isn 't bad at all. So next season I really tried hard and became Toll Gate High School 's first Division
The best leader I’ve worked with was my Junior High Football coach. My coach used the Path-Goal Theory. I hated football and saw no future for me in that sport. I was teased and literally quit the year before at a different school. I heard about try outs at another school and decided to go. I made the team and backed away from playing a certain position. My coach noticed my arm when he saw me throwing the football and told me I would be his quarterback. I didn't believe, but he kept working with me and made me feel confident in what i could do. My coach was true motivator and he made you want to play harder for him. I led the school to a state championship and had a lot of high school coaches calling my mom. I went on to play high school football
As a freshman, and a coach 's son, I came onto the football team and took a starting spot from a junior, who had started in that spot all of last season. There were quite a few players that weren 't happy with the decision, but I felt as if I 'd earned the spot. I knew that the only way i would gain their approval was to stand out. All season I listened to, "He only starts because he is the coaches son" but I tried to block it all out. The junior, who 's spot I took, took all his anger out on me in practice, taking every cheap shot possible while people weren 't paying attention. When we got to the last three games of the season, we had the three toughest teams left on the schedule. The first of the three games was going to be a very
Four years of college football has come and gone for me, as if it all happened it the blink of an eye. However, there is one specific moment that served as a turning point in my career. It came on a rainy Saturday night game against Marietta College. A sophomore at the time, I had little varsity experience as it was only the second game of the season. I never planned on entering the game, our starting tight end at the time was very talented and I received little reps in practice. There came a moment late in the game where he got hurt, and I was forced to enter the game. It doesn’t seem like such a big deal now but at the time I was freaking out. Not that I had to play, I was excited about that but because of the situation. It was late in the
Being a NCAA Division II athlete during my time at American International College was blessing in disguise for me. Many people do not look at Division II college athletes in the same light as Division I athletes. Interestingly enough, unlike Division III college athletes, DII are held to the same standards and rules as Division I. We have to maintain a certain GPA, we cannot work more than 10 hours a week, we are drug tested on a monthly basis, and we endure two-a-days on a daily basis. Going into college, athletics were always first priority to me; but after being a regular starter on my soccer team entering my junior year, my priorities were completely reversed.
Life is a rollercoaster, a journey with many ups and downs. Sometimes if feels as if you are on top of the world, other times it feels as if you are the lowest you can possibly be. However, life is about getting through the rough times. A personal story of me fighting through adversity was during my high school football career. Throughout most of my career, I struggled to have success on both a personal and team level. When looking at my career, it was composed into three segments, my freshman year, my sophomore and junior, and finally my senior year.
I was in a classroom with my soccer teammates waiting to be called in the announcements to get in the bus. We had become district, bi district, and area champions that year and we were on our way to play the regional final in Tyler, TX. When they called us up to board the bus we made our way to the front of the school where the bus was waiting for us. At our surprise the whole school was in the hallways cheering for us with posters that had our names and numbers on them and even with the school band leading us out. Cameras flashed, students cheered, and teachers clapped. It felt like we were a professional NFL team arriving at a stadium full of fans waiting to see us. As we got on the bus excited and ready to start our journey our assistant