How Football Changed My Life

In When We Fight, We Win by Greg Jobin-Leeds it says that “comparison can block compassion both for others and for ourselves.” I agree with such statement; I think that listening is a skill you learn throughout time. One can pretend to listen without really getting anything out of the conversation that one is having with that other person. In the Compassionate Listening workshop, I got to do it with Rachel Kurland and I sit and listened to her talking about the moment her friend treason her. I tried to understand her plight, why would she not cut that friendship off, I understood she loved her friend, however, I could not resist bringing my biases to our conversation. I asked myself, why is Rachel, such a good, loving, and smart person,

Growing up, I have been known as levelheaded and optimistic. I don’t let a lot of distractions or emotions change or affect the way I act around others. As an athlete, my coaches always knew that if they called me into a game I would handle the pressure and play to the best of my ability, so I decided to change

Failing to make to the JV soccer team has been one of most impactful moments of my life, and it has changed the way I approach athletics and life outside of sports.

I got bullied a lot so that kind of stopped people from wanting to talk to me in the first place. When they did they saw a weird anti-social kid that wasn’t fun to be around or maybe that’s how I see myself reflecting on everything. Can’t say much about that has changed though. When I did get friends I had a problem where I’d get overly attached to them; as a result you could’ve insulted me every day and I’d still call you my friend. I think it was my want for one with the fact I was really, really dense;consequently most of the people I met weren’t great people to be around and a lot had some sort of bad habits, I still always had a book with me as once again an escape from my at least how I saw it sad and boring life in

The Truth about wrestling is that it's tougher than it looks for sure. I’ve been doing to for about three years now and well it's been the best thing to happen to me. When you're a freshman in high school coming out of a failed football season. And your friends talking you into doing wrestling. Well I was hooked by the awesome time and funny atmosphere back in freshman the team was fun and the seniors were even better. Out of the three captains Jamie, Mike, Brody. Jamie and Brody were the best and they knew just about every move their was. I will always look back to my freshman year in wrestling because there hasn't been a year like it since. Though it was tough always going out there and wrestling a senior or Junior, I never really care about

In the past I had often been asked to describe something important in my life, the usual answer was family and friends. This all changed my Sophomore year of high school, when I joined the football team. I had always wanted to play football but for never did. I was convinced by a few friends to join the team. The first couple months of lifting were some of the most challenging things I had ever experienced in my life up until that point.

"Once you’ve wrestled everything else in life is easy" - Dan Gable. Ever since I was in middle school I have would always walk by this unusually foggy room where there would be many guys grappling with their opponents as they ran out of breath and still would still have the energy for the finishing takedown. The amount of heat coming from that room was not because it was 98 degrees outside, it was build out of sweat and hard drilling. During my Junior year, I decided to be a part of the wrestling team for the weight class of 99. On the first day of tryouts I was the only girl there, my legs shivered as I entered the room. Deep down I knew I had to work hard in order to be respected and taken seriously in the team.

grader when football caught my interest, football was always a huge part of my family. Football impacted both my Mom and Dad’s side of the family, everyone was connected to football, whether they played the sport, cheered , or was their soon to be husband’s biggest fan. I come from a small city in the Rio Grande Valley. My city isn’t the largest there is but, this city made me the person I am today and I’ve made so many memories here so this city means the world to me. Growing up here, sports was a major part of my life. A majority of kids always slept in most weekends, but I always had practice or games on Saturdays. Sundays I was up early to attend church with my family.

I never was the person that got along with others, for some unknown reason everyone hated me. The only problem with this is that they didn’t even try to hide how they feel. They always made me try to feel like I was worthless. They made me feel like no one loved and that no one would ever love me.The only place I could go without worrying about what anyone said was on the mat. I started at a young age and so did the bullying, but they never happened at the same time. I thought that wrestling practice was the only safe place for me to be. Then they started to merge and i no longer had a safe place. No matter how many people told me that I was worthless, that I was a piece of trash, that nobody loves you, I always just gave everything all I

As an elementary school student, I did not have many friends. I had not been with my classmates since preschool, so I was an outsider from the start. Being so young and ignorant, I did not really see that I was bullied, disliked, and unwanted, however, as I became more mature I realized that these people I would spend 8 years of my life with looked for anything to nitpick, from my rupunzelesque hair to my love for drawing. Come middle school, I finally and completely understood the animosity, and still sat alone at lunch, worked alone in class, replied with silence to their words, and when I was even assaulted I did nothing more but shrug it off and try to ignore it. However, when I would come home in the evenings I would retreat to my bedroom where it would all hit me at once. The anguish led to rivers of tears, insomnia, low grades, a refusal to leave my home, and eventually even suicidal tendencies. My drawings became graphic, about suicide, loneliness, and the anger I felt. The school believed I had ADHD, my parents believed it was just a phase, but they were blinded by their own problems at the workplace.

The purpose of this assignment is to discuss the contribution of reflective practice for clinical nursing. Reflection has been defined as a way for individuals to “capture their experience, think about it, mull it over and evaluate” (Boud et al 1985: 19)

For the duration of time amidst graduation and resuming my education I chose to instead take the time to better myself by means of coping with the hand I’d been dealt. High school was discouraging to say the least. Academically I was a failure, which was frustrating for everyone concerned, since it wasn’t a question of my intelligence, but my lack of motivation. Fortunately, I had a large support system, without which I wouldn’t have graduated, however, this support system was unconventional, including my dad and most of the faculty at Golden High School, which left me somewhat isolated from my peers. I struggled relating to most of my fellow classmates on a deeper than superficial level, which left me with only a few genuine relationships

I have some friends that inspire me to create new things and others that bring me down. I’ve learned to get rid of the bad influences in my life to make room for the good ones. When I got rid of the bad ones it made me feel a lot better about myself as a person. I used to not have many friends at all, but now I have a lot. I don’t have as many as others, but I have a few true friends. During elementary school and middle school, I was bullied a lot. I was picked on because I wasn’t pretty enough or tall enough. This made me feel like I was the worst person on the planet. I never thought I was good enough. I was often called “shorty.” Most people wouldn’t take offense to this but I took it really hard. Not only was I being bullied by people at school, I was being bullied at home too. My brother and I didn’t get along and my parents were fighting a lot. My cousins didn’t like me so they would gang up on me and cause mental damage. Sometimes they were able to cause physical harm to me. I eventually had to learn to smile and push it away. The bullying stopped when I got to high school but, there is always that one person who will try to bring me down. I started to feel a lot better when I could just push it all

This week I worked on finishing my 3rd objective, the resource referral binder and in doing so completed my 60 hours capstone. I find that this objective was the most time consuming of all three-objective due amount of information that I had to put together. As I was working on my objective, I thought it would be a good idea for Shepherd’s Village to have the information available on their website in addition, to having a paper copy in the office to use as a quick reference. Having it on their website makes it easier for single mothers to utilize and/or anyone interested. The director thought it was a great idea and will assist in getting the information on the website.

I observed that she is from a Spanish speaking country, living in the rural area. She was a tom-boy who loves to take care of bulls. The first time she saw a picture of a bullfighter, she became interested in the sport. She started the sport at a young age and when all the men in her family failed at their attempt she didn’t fail. She was dedicated in becoming a professional matador in which she did. Before she enters the bull ring she practice her routine, dressing in her jump shot of fine patterns and dazzling decorations. In the ring, she uses a red flag to distract the bull in order to kill it. The way she moves in the ring reveals her love for the sport.