When I was five years old, my dad drove me to my first ever soccer practice. In the car on the ride over there I was so excited. However, once I got there, I wanted my dad to turn around and take me home. I realized I did not know anyone or even what soccer was and at five years old that was scary. My dad told me I was not allowed to quit, and I had to finish the season. It took me twenty years to play my final season of soccer. Therefore, I believe you should never quit because you might not know what you are giving up in the long run.
When I was twenty years old my dad lost his battel with cancer and passed away. I was a junior in college and wanted so badly to just quit school and move back home. I knew quitting wasn’t going to fix anything, but at the time it just felt like it would be easier. I was depressed and felt lost and for the first time in my life didn’t have my biggest supporter pushing me or giving me the advice I needed to hear. I didn’t quit school and ended up graduating early and being offered a full-time job right out of school.
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After a few months living in the new state and starting my new job, I became unhappy and felt alone. I was face yet again with another choice to either quit and move back home or to stick it out. I kept telling myself that this feeling was only temporary and in the long run it was a good move. Three years later I am married and have a great job. If I had quit I would have never met my husband and I would have not gotten the two promotions that led me to my current
From an early age I always knew I would be playing soccer my whole life. My dad showed me the ropes of how to play and got me interested right away. By the age of three I had started playing, and to this day I have not stopped. Soccer has been a huge part of my life and I don’t know where I would be today if I never played. I met some amazing people playing soccer including my coaches who encouraged me and told me never to give up as well as my teammates who became my friends and were always there for me.
I started playing soccer when I was four years old. At the time I had a lot of problems. To name a few, I was bad at working with others, I was a sore loser, and I did not handle pain or disappointment well. When I started to play soccer I had a low self esteem and was terribly shy. Going up and talking to people was not on my list of things to do. This made it pretty hard for me to fit in with all the other kids and make friends. It was hard to enjoy playing soccer when I felt as though I had no friends on the team. My parents noticed my dislike in the sport, but urged me to keep playing anyway.
I played soccer since I was seven, as of the last few years I played at a very high level. I have represented Ohio South two times at a regional showcase, I have been invited to participate in a camp in Manchester, England and attended the camp twice. Also last Season for the Newark High School soccer team I was named first team all league and third team all central district. Soccer was the first sport I truly loved to do, I wanted to be the best. I work hours upon hours to master whatever part of the game I wanted to improve on. Soccer has taught me to have a great work ethic, and that mentality came when I was cut from the state team the first time I tried out. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me, I was destroyed, and I thought I was not good but I knew I could do better. The next year I worked, I got bigger, stronger, faster, my soccer I.Q. was higher;therefore, overall I was a much better player. The result of that work, was that I made the team, but not only, I made the starting line up. After that I knew I could accomplish anything I put my mind to.
Failure isn’t always something you have control of or have the ability to predict. Failure seems to happen at the worst of times; however we need to accept it, because you cannot always win. My greatest failure would be tearing my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), my junior year in a lacrosse game, through no fault of my own in which my body physically failed me, but it truly changed my aspect of life in multiple ways.
The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls has taught me how to not give up on something so easily. From getting burned to having parents that go through alcoholism, she always stuck through the grind. I started soccer at a very young age. Throughout my childhood, I grew to love it more and more. Around my 7th grade year is when I realized that I wanted to have soccer in my life.
Growing up in El Salvador, soccer was a sport that significantly impacted my childhood. My cousins and uncles taught me how to play soccer, as well as various techniques that would later benefit me on the soccer field. At the age of seven I started to play for one of most well-known soccer clubs in El Salvador. Practicing twenty three hours a week was really paying off, as I could see in my medal and trophy gain. Not only did they represent my accomplishments, but they also gave joy to my teammates, community, and family because they were the people who encouraged me to give my best. Playing soccer was also a way to release stress because when my family was going through hardships, it was easier for me to let all of my negative energy on the
In 2010, I was in 11th grade in high school and I decided to drop out because It was difficult for me to get friends at school and get someone to talk to. My parent disagreed with my decision because I had good grades and they did not see anything that could make to drop out. I decided to get married to get out of school. In June 2010, I realized that I made the wrong decision and went back to school in August 2010 and graduated in December 2010.
The lowest point hit when my pessimism lead to me to quit soccer out of frustration. Despite my head being healed, I still was in an emotional rut. Without soccer, I felt alone and bored with my life. I was desperate to be involved as I entered high school. I began playing basketball; however, it never meant as much to step onto the court as it did to step on the field.
Im sure youve heard I quit my job. I couldn't help it when I saw an article that described exact events that happen to me 3 years ago when I was laid off/quit/fired from a headache and physical therapy office. That was also the point where I was in the worse shape and couldn't "deal" with anything because I had to much "Baggage" I felt I was responsible for (uncontrollable circumstances).
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
I’m tired of trying to explain why I did what I did when honestly, right now I don’t even know the answer to that. It was the start of high school year. There was a significant amount of pressure on us as freshman because we were at the bottom of the school. I went up to my old football coach that I played for last year and asked when I could go and try out for the team. I wasn’t ready to go that day, but I went anyways. I felt the pressure because all of the other players that were there had been there all summer so they had a chance to be a team together and I was an outcast. The first day was okay though. I was put as wide receiver again and that’s what I’m best at. I was so beaming to be in football. Whenever I play I
But instead, I took my parents advice and stayed in school because I knew it was the right decision. Now I am close to graduating and I have
When I got to high school soccer, everything changed. Soccer is so much different. I remember my first game, first play, i had the ball I got hit and i looked at my dad and he kinda shrugged. It took a lot to learn how to play at this new level. I worked hard through freshman, sophomore, and junior years.
I was extremely exhausted, so I felt forced to drop out of high school to take care of my
“I was late to work one day in the past three years and you dock my pay two hundred dollars per year!” I yelled at my boss for an unfair drop in salary. “I quit man,” I said walking out of his office. “Effective immediately.” I got back to my crappy apartment and realized that I was going to have to have my phone cut off