Everything happens for a reason, or at least that what I had been told multiple times before. Sometimes is takes time after to figure out what that reason was. The reason why I wanted to quit was clear. I was depressed and I started not loving life anymore and what I was doing in my life. To me playing a sport during that time seemed silly because I knew I wouldn’t try my best, because I was barely trying in my own life anymore. It broke my heart not having the same passion for a sport that I grew up loving. The reason why I didn’t was not so clear. I started learning the reason as my junior season had progressed. How do you get a kid not to quit something she so strongly hates. The anger and frustration clear as day, yet she still pushed and begged for me to come out. I continued to ask why, she said she felt something deep inside her that I was not meant to quit. At that moment I thought she was nuts, she had only met …show more content…
How to get out of rut fast, how to stay positive after your infield makes a mistake. She did not focus on the big picture as much as she focused on the details, which made the big picture a lot clearer and prettier. Going from a mediocre pitcher who could only pitch maybe 3 innings, to be able to pitch a whole game was huge, not only for me but the team. Having two of are other pitchers hurt put a lot of pressure of me to be at my best all the time. Having anxiety issues made this really hard to accomplish, my mind constantly moved and thought about the what ifs. Heather got me through it, she worked and listened to me when I needed it. It didn’t have to be about softball either. She also worked on building my endurance and my confidence, she lifted my spirits even if it was a not so great pitch, but she was not overly friendly either. She knew how much she could push me without busting my bubble. She created a path between being a coach but also a great
Being involved in a sport was one of the best things I ever did. I starting playing soccer at the age of 7 and did not stop until I was out of high school. I loved to play soccer more than anything, I would play fall soccer, spring, winter, and summer leagues, and I could never get enough of soccer. I too, just as Mox had a couple of coaches I did not agree with, I hated to play for them because I felt that they had other motto’s besides just coaching the team. I would still play because I loved the game but did not agree with what they had to say. If I had a good coach I would play my hardest to help the team out.
I tried out and made my highschool team. While playing on my highschool team I joined a travel team for the Brooklyn Cyclones while still playing for my church’s high school team. My passion for softball could not be taken away from me. Even when I failed, I did not give up on my dream. Giving up on my dream of being successful in softball would be equivalent to letting down my past self who was just a little girl who fell in love with softball. Playing softball was my parents way of wearing me out, but it was my way of getting away from the problems of the real world and into a world of my own. Between two white chalk lines nothing else mattered, but playing the game I fell in love with when I was only ten years old. On the field, I was able to feel pure bliss. Playing softball for seven years has not only given me joy, but it has also taught me life skills that I use from day to day. I learned to work as a team to achieve a common goal, to communicate with others better, I have learned to cherish my wins while accepting my losses and I have learned no matter what happens in life, you always have to put your heart and soul into everything you
I also decided to keep playing, as many people do quit, and I kept trying harder in Baseball, and instead of giving up; to push past that and to keep getting farther in the Sport. It changed what I do after school, it made me also think about what I like to do in my spare time, to what I should do in my spare time. Now, I do baseball whenever in my spare time, which helps me reach my overall goal in playing the sport. It used to be for fun, but now I am trying to go farther than just having fun in the sport. I have had to do many things to get where I am, but I do not want to be finished yet, I want to keep going throughout my life and keep succeeding. “Baseball is a good thing. Always was, always will be.” – Stephen
It then started to get harder and each day was a different workout to help me and my teammates improve. I was at a point where all I could do was attend school, go to practice and go home. Each day I was beyond tired. At a point of time I felt like giving up and going back to my regular life, and regular schedule. As the coach started to notice how I felt, he pulled me to the side and started to question what was going on. I explained, but everything I said was not a good enough reason. My coach told me, “If this is what you really want you won’t give up, no matter how hard it may get you will overcome it.” That day I learned a valuable lesson, to never give up.
We lost and were knocked out of the district finals. After a perfect season we could not continue any further. When that final out was made, my legs got weak, everything went quiet, and I just felt myself fall to the ground. My softball career was over and it set in that I would never set foot on that field again. Being the only senior on the team that year, tears flooded my face. I was unable to move, I had to be carried off the field. I have never felt so heartbroken and let down in my life.
The coaches were feeling creative that day because they made us try all of these drills that the team has never done before. They were the kind of drills that did nothing to improve you at all, but the coaches thought differently. “This one will help you with your awareness of
Softball has taught me more than the physical aspect of the game. In softball a player can strike out seven out of ten times and still be considered a good hitter. Everyone has rough days, but I have realized that I just need to come back the next day and work harder. My parents have showed me that working hard at it will help me succeed. Whenever I have a bad game, instead of getting down, I take it as motivation to try harder the next time.
Softball was my main sport, but I did everything else until it was time to play softball. I fell in love with softball at an early age. I would play every summer or I was asked to play which helped me travel all over the place and meet new friends. Each year I played my love for the sport grew more and more. I played on multiple teams throughout the summer. Playing with one of my teams I gained the advantage to visit Santé Fe, New Mexico two years in a row to play softball. When I reached 8th grade I was excited about playing for the high school softball team until I figured out how it really was. Although I was not happy about having to sit on the bench, but I understood that I had to earn the privilege to play, and that the upperclassman were more seasoned.
Well despite all of that I did not give up I tried out again the next year which was my 11th grade year. This year we had got a new coach that really did not know nothing about high school softball, but he would do anything so we could have a softball team. I was the team captain but felt like I was the coach and a player all in one. I went to batting lesson somedays and tried to help my team improve their batting ability. I hit my first home run of the season and it did not count because one of my team mates touched me before I crossed home plate. I was also asked to play fall ball which gave me the opportunity to practice and help with the younger players to help improve their game. During one of my games I hit a grand slam I was so excited I received my game
I finally quit smoking after 30 years, after my doctor told me that I wouldn’t see my kids graduate if I continued to smoke. Initially, it was torture for me. I would often have headaches and nausea, which resulted in me being irritable all the time. However, after a few months, those symptoms disappeared. I thought that for once, I finally got past my dark history of smoking. However, there were a few symptoms that still lingered. I had a cough that just wouldn’t go away, my lips would turn blue whenever I exercised, and I had excruciating shortness of breath. I thought that these were symptoms of smoking that would eventually go away but they lingered on for months after I quit. Eventually, I saw a doctor and he diagnosed me with COPD, or emphysema.
These events have helped me grow as a person because it has helped me see that if you quit something as easy as sports then you can or will quit something that is more important like a job, school, or anything else that is more important than sports. My belief shows me that if you stick with sports even when you don’t like the coach, teammates, your position, or you can’t adjust to a new coach, then you can stick with a job, or school, even if you don’t like a the professor, your boss, or what you are doing. This I
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.
Everyone was starting to notice that I had a problem. My wife would ask, 'Are you O.K.?' as I hacked and coughed every morning. My friends would joke about how I would run short of breath just from walking to the car. My wallet was really talking to me! Somehow I managed to lose five or six dollars a day somewhere between home and the convenience store. But the only voice I would heed had to come from within myself. Finally one day it did.
Life hasn't always been easy for me growing up. I wasn't privileged enough to grow up with both parents it has always only been my mom and my two older sisters. Just four girls, can you imagine how hectic the restroom must’ve been in the morning living in a one bedroom and one restroom apartment. It was awful, but that wasn't the worst part of growing up where I did. We didn't live in the nicest neighborhoods so there was something bad bound to happen to us.
My family member chose not to play sports. She had grown up in a large family with strict values. Later in high school, her brother and her were left in Ohio while her parents traveled to and from West Virginia for weeks at a time. This was her first taste of freedom. It lead to a less than stellar attendance record which would have precluded her from participating in sports, let alone her disinterest in