My life begins in Lynwood California. I was born in Saint Francis Hospital. As a kid I always enjoyed sports. Part of the reason I always enjoyed sports was because of my father. When I was 7 years old my dad chose to put me in a soccer team. I will always be thankful for that. I grew up in a family that has always been very united. I highlight my life by one downfall that my family had to encounter however it made me the strongest I can be and will ever be. From that downfall I have learned to love life and everything around me. It was in the middle of March and the last months of my eighth grade year. My school year was ending great. It was time of the year in which soccer season was about to start, truly I was excited about joining the school soccer team. Immediately after trying out I was the first person picked on the team. I was also named captain and would be the face of this team, it was an incredible feeling. Soon the season would start, however two days before it started my life would have an one-hundred degree turn. It was the middle of practice when suddenly I started to vomit , before I knew it I had fainted. My lack of nutrition led me to an illness which gave me a …show more content…
This illness caused me massive headaches. These headaches were so painful a doctor once told me “ If I were to chop off your leg while you are in pain, you would not feel it”. Three months of my life were hell! An experience I would not desire anyone to have! Am I that weak that I am unable to defeat this illness? I believed so. The desire of living and making everyone know the strength I had , made me overcome my illness ( Hemicrania Continua ). It took about two years to get the illness out of my system. It was not easy! Doctors, Family and friends believed I would die. I thank my family for all the support they gave me. Without them I strongly believe I would not be able to share my story this
One incident that happened to me that change how I thought about sports was when I first started playing soccer. It all started when my mom said that I should join a sport to get me more active. It took me awhile to choose soccer at first because there were so many sports to choose from. I told my mom I wanted to play soccer. She signed me up to play for a non competitive league (GYSA) so I can learn the basics of the sport. She also told me to play I would have to maintain good grades. After hearing that i always tried my best in soccer and school.
While I was in high school, I joined the soccer team. There were 15 girls in a team. There were three girls, whose last name was Lepcha. Who think that they play better soccer then everybody in a team and they do play well but not good as they thought they were. They had started playing soccer for one or two years ago. There were two other girls, whose name was Sabina and Dilu. They were my best friends. My one friend Sabina had played soccer for quite long and she played well but she did not have an attitude as Lepcha did. My second friend was Dilu; she was not that good at soccer. It was her first time playing soccer just like me. I do not know other people who were on a soccer team but the one thing I know about them was that it was their
In 2014 I was determined to make the high school soccer team. Every day at 8 am at the beginning of a dreadfully hot August morning, I would get to the turf fields for 4 hours and participate in “hell week”. After a long week, I made the JV team. I was never put into the game and felt like my hard work was put to no use. My sophomore year rolled around and I tried extra hard to impress the coaches. Anything and everything was a competition to make it to the top. By the end of the week, we all gathered around the paper that had names of the players who made it. I didn’t make the team. After tears and telling myself to move on, I went to the field hockey tryouts. I knew nothing about the sport and was terrified that soccer wasn’t my go-to
Later we had our first football game and I was excited for my last first game in high school, I never would have known that it potentially could have been my last game played. Within the first quarter I had broken my foot completely and because of my adrenaline I shrugged it off as a minor injury and played the rest of the game. After to what seemed like I was fine I stood up and collapsed as soon as I did so. This was the first injury that I had ever sustained and I was still in denial thinking I had just sprained a muscle. After being told that I wouldn’t be able to play for the rest of the season I was heartbroken, along with this the college that I had hoped to attend the most being West GA dropped me as a recruit. Two games passed and I was feeling helpless for myself, I couldn’t drive, I couldn’t do anything without the help of others, I had crutches but being a 320 lb. man it was very difficult getting around. As Nancy Mairs said: “I’ve been limping along for ten years now” I was off of my feet for 2 weeks and to me it felt like an eternity. This was when I decided to let college aside and all I wanted to do was finish my senior season strong, my mother allowed me to get my cast taken off and have me put into a boot. For the remaining games I roughed it out and played with a broken foot. Even with
Ever since I was a little girl soccer has been my absolute passion throughout my life. Anytime someone asked me what I wanted to do when I was older I would answer and say "I want to play soccer for a D1 soccer team. " I started playing soccer when I was three years old just for fun. I played on a recreational team with my cousin until I was the age of seven.
We all have a story or background that guided us to become who we are today. That one event that was your epiphany on who you wanted to be. This could have been influenced by family, friends, or other significant factors in life. For me personally, the setting of where I grew up and with whom shaped who I am today. It allowed me to set personal goals, which is a key factor for the determination and success I have today.
It was a chilly and calm evening when I observed my brothers and his friends play soccer. I watched them deluge with sweat as they thrust each other while dribbling the soccer ball. Witnessing their thrilling and electrifying game has emboldened my heart to yearn to play soccer. I hastily scrambled home that evening to ask my parent if I could join the school soccer team. My parent and my uncle were sitting in our living room sipping tea when I erupted through the door that I nearly asunder the whole house. I was catching my breath as I blurted out my request. My enthusiasm and my excitement were quickly obliterated by my disappointment when I heard their answer. My parent had told me to just focus on getting good grades, and on top
Public complains event: When I was child, my family used to support a soccer team which I was not sure why they choose this specific team. I chose to support the same team that they supported. I didn't want to go against them and support another team because that might have caused a conflict between us. At the same time I was not sure if this was a good team to support or not as far as my family is good I goo with that. To be liked and close to my family or my group was all that mattered whether they were right or wrong I just was not able to be different.
I am who I am partly because of my family, but mostly because of who I want myself to be. I will never be exactly what I want to be because of my family upbringing, but I can provide myself with opportunities to live a somewhat similar life. I would have loved to be brought up in a family that was into off-road racing, such as trucks, snowmobiles, an...
I started playing volleyball in seventh grade, and I had completely fallen in love with the sport. Growing up in a small town, our school always struggled to find coaches that were not related to players. In middle school, I would always be so angry that the important named kids got to play in the A team, while I was stuck in the corner with the B team. Eventually, eighth grade year I decided to join a club team, and increase my skill for freshman year. I enjoyed club, I had actually made the one team, and I had virtually no problems with anyone or anything that season. But, just as soon as freshman year rolled around my attitude changes a lot. I’ve gained the perfectionist trait from my mother, and with this mindset in a sport, you’re almost guaranteed to struggle. Freshman year I had just come off of club, so I knew so much more about the sport and its movements. Naturally I wanted to be perfect, I personally believe that I had done really well as a freshman, but when I messed up I became silent.
My family and family history starts like most people’s. Two people fell in love, they had kids, their kids had kids and so on and so forth. But where we come from and who we are, is a completely different story. From our European roots, to the mixing of our blood once my family migrated to America, my family is quite complex but one that I am proud of and love greatly.
December 1996 was supposed to mark the end of my high school education and since I had consciously prepared for my core and elective courses, I had nothing to be afraid of; the future looked promising. Then December 3rd came, the day that marked the beginning of my final exams. I woke up that morning feeling hopeful and a little anxious which was perfectly normal. Then we went to the exam hall and settled to start the exam, then all hell broke loose; I started feeling dizzy, cold and sick. I remember vomiting which was accompanied by a throbbing headache but I didn’t remember much after that.
Each family has its own strengths which mold their lives in a positive way. I believe that my family is not perfect, regardless of this imperfection I am still glad of what I have. By using my strength to overcome weaknesses can ov...
To me my family is very different than other families I know. In my nuclear family my father is in the military, and was constantly away when I was young so we were always going back and forth between being a whole family and having to adapt to my father being away. In my extended family my aunt was adopted from a northern Aboriginal community when she was two, as well two months before I was born my grandmother died and my grandpa remarried when I was two, then we found out when I was eleven that my grandpa was adopted. All these little things have put a lot of pressure on our family who tries to act to the outside world that we are the perfect family. My beliefs and values of what a family is has been immensely influenced by these events.
In the end, my family as a whole is the reason that I am the person that I am today. It’s the way that different personalities all come together as one, the way my family handles hard situations, and the closeness I have with them that has really impact me and my life. I know that I would not be as cheerful, hardworking, or positive without seeing all these qualities around me for a majority of my life. It’s astonishing how just 6 people can change you for the better. I know I would be in a very different place in my life if it wasn’t for my family. Family is different for everyone, and mine is truly the best people for me.