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Have you ever watched six year olds play soccer? The best visual I can provide is bees swarming honey, and the honey being the soccer ball. My dad used to coach a little team of honey bees and I was on it. One practice, I was making an abundance of mistakes and with my little legs unable to go anymore I uttered two little words to my dad, “I can’t”. My dad calmly looked at me and instructed me to run two laps around the field. I was devastated and didn't understand why he would make me run; it was at that time to me the most cruel thing in the world. But, by making me run my whole life was molded right before me. My Dad instilled at a very young age to never say I cant , always telling me I can. The feeling that flooded over me while I accomplished what I thought was impossible built …show more content…
On a daily basis I am tested, some days I feel as if I have been strung and pulled to the edge of my rope. Maintaining confidence in yourself that anything you set your heart to can be gifted is a daunting task, something you must remind yourself of consistently. But to really understand my belief, It is important to look at when my ideal was instilled and when my belief endured its biggest challenge. Soccer has always been my life and was both the instiller and challenger of my belief. In 2011, while on the soccer field I suffered a traumatic brain injury. What seemed like simply a back injury erupted into something more overnight. My cognitive function decreased and everything in my life feel apart and my belief that I could do anything faded to black. I couldn't remember nor focus on anything and worst of all was unable to play soccer. I fell into a spiraling depression that at such a young age I was unable to understand nor process. I was angry all the time and the consistent doctor visits made me feel like a nutcase who was beyond
I am a runner. I was selected to be a cross country captain for my senior year and I had set myself a realistic goal of being one of the top five finishers at the state meet in the fall. I never had the thought that I could not do it; I knew I was going to be up there with the best. When the state meet came and I traveled with the team as captain, that race became one of the most memorable of my cross country career but not for the reasons I expected.
Beginning as a freshman I started every game never, but to sit on the bench unless there was a major problem. This repetitious cycle mirrored itself over and over again until there was a problem, physically, with my body. I had felt a pain in my back that ran down my leg for some time, but no one other than me knew of this pain. I am a very strong willed and determined person, not letting pain stand in my way. The pain started to vaguely effect my everyday activities, such as walking across Wal-mart which put me in agonizing pain. The only way I played basketball with this pain was by focusing on the goal I was out to achieve.
The timing was horrible, because I was immobile and was not able to do everyday necessities without having help. With the physical change I felt inadequate because I was a burden to my family, friends, and teachers. My psychological journey lasted over four years during which in time, my identity was being transformed from an athlete to a “nerd”. With my identity being questioned, I fell into what Harris describes as the “abyss”. Looking back now, I can see this was the turning point and that the pain was temporary. I had to discard my athletic demeanor and put more emphasis on my scholastic abilities for my future. I agree with Harris’s thoughts of, “reframing [from] negative, painful events in our lives, reinterpreting wounds so that they become starting points for growth” (Gestalt’s 3), and feel that I have used his ideas to become who I am today. At that time in my life I did not know Harris 's thoughts but I did know I had to think positive about my injuries or I would have ended up losing
Feeling responsible for situations out of my control was difficult. My grades were awful, it was impossible to focus on anything. I could hardly sleep at night with the amounts of stress I was under. Knowing that my father was an alcoholic with bi-polar disorder opened me up to a new world. I was exposed to so much more than the average kid, especially when he would bring me to the Alcoholic Anonyms meetings. I met so many interesting people threw my father. My entire view of the world and its inhabitants has been altered. Growing up was very difficult but the experiences that I had has shaped the person I am today.
...kills, I can always count on my second family to support me through it all. Multiple times when I was feeling my soccer skills weren’t up to par and I wasn’t good enough, my coaches consistently encouraged to keep practicing and training myself to become a better player. They didn’t let me quit because they knew I could become better if I gave it my all. The encouragement that I receive from my soccer family is so greatly valued because I know they are choosing, out of love, to support me.
In both sports and academics, coaches and teachers commend me for my relentless effort and drive. However, I carry this effort in everything that I do. I have picked up many skills and talents through high school that may seem miniscule to others, but they required dedication and practice. I have taught myself to play the piano, and I also have learned origami and skateboarding. I even taught myself to juggle, and practiced enough until I was good enough to give lessons to others. Most would consider these hobbies, but I consider them passions. When I put my mind to goals or tasks, I strive to be the best. For example, when I began skateboarding, I had trouble learning how to kickflip. However, I practiced for hours alone in the garage, repeatedly listening to the loud crash of the skateboard hitting the concrete floor. I even rolled my ankle on two separate occasions, but these setbacks did not hold me down. I kept trying, until after a month, I finally landed a kickflip. I bring this persistence to whatever I put my mind to, and I know that I can use my drive to learn and succeed in engineering at the University of
Throughout my life, my work ethic, my mental strength, and the skills I have learned, are largely because of my athletic background and all of the things I have gone through with them. To be good at sports, one does not have to
Everything was always bleak, I forced people away, doing group projects solo, ignoring the attempts of conversation. I knew that it was destructive, but at the same time didn’t care. Eventually, after months of anxiety induced nausea and vomiting I went to a general family doctor. This was both a good step forward and a bad choice, good in that I was finally seeking help, but bad in that I didn’t seek a proper specialist. After 15 minutes I walked out with a script feeling no better that
Depression happened, the second time I needed ACL surgery because I had no reason to recover fast and I needed to rethink my life choices. But the second process was also worse than the first because waking up with the grogginess and having a different pain set in, made me feel defeated once again, even though I already knew the procedures. Yet again I would be bed ridden for more than three weeks. Being bedridden and in a lot of pain affected my sleep, appetite and energy. The depression had many stages, it went from not this process again to making me question my identity while I had the whole time in the world with nothing to do other than think and sleep. And even after recovery the second time around I only had to go back to school. I couldn’t go back to soccer, I didn’t have any additional happiness other than being able to walk again and do every day routines over and over again. Although I went through the painful weeks being bedridden, the year of physical therapy and the identity change, I wouldn’t have found out who I am today without also going through the physical journey.
The diagnosing process was long and mentally challenging. It was like every specialist was searching for something negative in my life and exposing it to the world so they can handle it for me, at least that’s what it felt like. I don’t remember all the tests I endured, but I do remember going to 3 neurologist, a language/learning specialist, psychologist, occupational therapist, physical therapist, physician and multiple days of review and looking at my results which all poin...
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
There have been many times that I have questioned myself in the sport. It’s not only the physical aspect that is hard, it is the mental aspect as well. Situations like not eating when you come home from practice so you can lose weight. It’s waking up two hours before school starts so you can run to lose weight. It’s believing in yourself when no one else does.
I stepped out of a life where I was put through a lot. I've been through foster care, through so many arguments with my family, and I have done a lot of mistakes throughout my life. It made me the confident and strong minded person I am today. I experienced failure many times, but moments like those made me realize that I needed to protect those who are in my shoes and take a step back into my own life and be a leader. It pushed me to learn things I never knew and to be a police officer have showed me these standards. You protect, help, and understand the people in need and I wanna pursue a dream that will come true.
Throughout a persons life, they are faced with different obstacles, and different challenges of all different types. My life in particular has been full of up and downs related especially towards my soccer career. In the novel The Pact, three boys, George, Rameck, and Sam are faced with many obstacles throughout their lives, where they must learn to overcome and achieve great success on their own will power. Essentially, I have done the same thing. My soccer career has been one of my most difficult life challenges creating the person I am today. I was always taught that soccer was to be about the love of the game and that it should be fun. Unfortunately, I faced many obstacles that I needed to overcome before I could truly love the game for what it was worth. I grew and continued to love the game, knowing little at the time of the obstacles I would be faced with, and would need to overcome.
I used to be an obsessively compulsive and hyperactive person before this incident – and now I was calm, emotionless and fearless of death, which was sure to come. This is a really unusual entrance into the teen years of life. This was soon followed by depression, loneliness and inability to think clearly. Now, I was unable to think clearly and would fall into a lot of problems that would haunt me soon. My ‘wisdom’ was left in form of a memory only.