Midst Of Weakness Essay

It was my senior year of high school football and all I could do was sit on the bench with an injury. It was so frustrating because all I wanted to do was be on the field playing with my brothers like I have since freshman year. I was just so happy to be on the field on those Friday nights and just get to play the game made me so happy when I first started playing. Until I got a big head and started thinking about myself and what I was going do that game or how many touchdowns I was going to score that game. I stopped thinking about the team because of my success. I think this might be a lesson I needed to learn and if I did not, I would have had a big head my whole senior year and never would have saw the real reasons why I loved playing

I had apprehensively tried out for high school soccer, knowing that kids from surrounding towns, who had all played travel on flashy, winning, teams, would be my competition. All I had wanted was to make that freshman team, to be part of a soccer program that in recent years had been a championship winning team. Fortunately my hard work payed off and I made that team. It was during my time in the school soccer program that I had not only grew as a player but met some of the people that I now call my best friends. The team required dedication,

I have not and will never forget those series of events. This time hurt me but also helped build upon my character. It was my freshman year of high school. I had decided to play soccer, which was not a hard decision for me since I had played travel soccer pretty much my whole life. Also my brother was in high school at the time and played for the boys soccer team, and had my dad as his coach. He loved it and was having a great experience playing high school soccer so of course I like to follow in my brother’s footsteps. I was very nervous at first. There were over eleven seniors on the team, and they were pretty intimidating to me. During the summer, I played with the varsity often and enjoyed it. As I kept playing with them and performing well, my nerves lessened. Finally when the actual season rolled around, I was put on full varsity. All my hard work had paid off. I was one of the two freshman put on varsity. I was ecstatic. I was actually very lucky at getting put on varsity because at this point in my life I played purely out of natural talent. I was never one to put in extra work outside of practice and be disciplined in the way I lived my life. I never really strived to be the best I could be. Making varsity made me somewhat of a threat for the older girls. Some were happy for me, others did not like the thought of a freshman on varsity. These girls were hard coore they were bound and determined to make it to state that year. They were not going to accept anything less than amazing. This put an incredible amount of pressure on us younger girls. I remember going to every practice nervous that I was going to mess up and they get mad at me. I never really felt at ease with them. In the first few games I got good playing time. I was doing really well. I was finally getting comfortable out there on the field, but that was not the direction God was taking me and with one swift kick of the soccer

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.

The day College of Faith football team played, Missouri S&T was in the fall of 2015, it was cold. At the time me and my brothers on the football team came off a big lost to the Cougars of St. Francis. The St.Francis Cougars Are located in Fort Wayne, Texas. They are a very big school, the cougars were undefeated the whole year round. After the 65-0 lost to the cougars, we the College of Faith, had a game against Missouri S&T. I felt like a raging superstar on field, I had 8 tackles, 1 big blindside sack and 1 pass deflect, it was very cool and also sunny. Unfortunately, we got demolish, the whole team quit.We lost 64-0 Football taught me to value my life more and be more ongoing to learn new things.

Last year, I was struck by an epiphany about how to react to the troubles of life because of a simple cheer competition in Dallas. At the time however, it was not just a "simple competition." Placing first in the Dallas Spirit Festival was imperative to not only me, but also my team. It was so important to us we practiced for hours on end, day in and day out to ensure our routine was perfect. Going into the competition, we were all very nervous but by the end of this experience I was able to discover something I never realized before; something that would change my outlook on life forever.

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

After some warm-up activities and a pep talk from the coach, the game started. To my surprise Sarah was in the starting line-up. She ran up and down the field for the first ten minutes or so, and she finally had an opportunity to kick the ball. She took her first kick, missed the ball, and landed flat on her back. She got up, and came crying over to the sideline and begged, "Don't make me play anymore, Dad, I can't do it." She refused to go back into the game. The game ended, and on the way to the car she continued to cry, "Don't make me play Dad, please, I don't want to." I mustered up all my courage and I said to her sternly, "You're playing. You are playing. Now get in the car." She got in the car and we drove home. On the way home all I heard was a bunch of sniffling and whining in the back seat. I didn't have a very long ride home, but I can tell you this. She wore me out. I was emotion ally exhausted by the time I got home. We pulled up into the driveway, and I sat miserably in the car as I watched Sarah get out and walk into the house, sniffling and shaking as she walked through the front door. I sat stewing in the car and said to myself, "Who wants to play soccer anyway, dumb game." I then attempted to further rationalize my thoughts by saying to myself, "Soccer's for boys anyway." I walked into the house, stood at the bottom of the stairs and yelled up the stairs, "SARAH." She

What are some of the issues you’ve had to face throughout your life? Your crush not replying to your SnapChat? Your phone charger not reaching your bed? I’d like to hope that people would not list some of these things as problems, but people do. There are many individuals in the world today who face hunger, disease, and war while others are only worrying about getting a stain on their shoes.

At my softball practice, one of my teammates forgot to help pick up the field with the rest of the team so the next day they had to run laps around the field. The next practice came and we waited for her to run. It was then that I realized even though it wasn’t my punishment it was most likely a tad embarrassing being the only one running while the rest of the team watches on their break. I got up from the bunch and as soon as she came back around i started running with her. In a matter of seconds the whole team was running with her as well. As well as this I have was presented with the opportunity to represent my class by my peers. For three years straight I was nominated to represent my class at monthly meetings alongside other representatives

The Fall of 2012 was absolutely perfect. My older brother made the football team at Coastal Carolina University as a walk on. It was such a fun experience for my family and me to go watch all of his games. However, that did not last as long as we expected due to a major injury he sustained. Sometime after the injury occurred, we got a call that changed our lives forever. My brother had been arrested and was in jail. The fun did not last long and he was not the only one who was tremendously affected.

One moment that stood out to me the most in my life is when I stood up for myself against my very inappropriate and disrespectful soccer coach. There were two incidents that happened between us. I was about 9 or 10 when I had him as my futsal coach. It was a regular practice and after a drill we did, he told us to bring it in. Once we became quiet and stood still in a line, he told us individuals if we were good or not. When he got to me, he told me that I was a terrible player. He told me that right in front of my teammates and friends. I felt humiliated, embarrassed, and really sad when that happened. Almost, every practice I would come home and cry to my parents that I wouldn’t want to play anymore or I wanted him to leave. After that

Professor Bryant H. McGill said, “Conflict avoidance often causes greater conflict”. Hiding and cowering from any kind of quarrel often leads one down a fatal path filled with many harmful obstacles. The novel, The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, portrays the story of a forbidden love affair between Hester Prynne and Arthur Dimmesdale and the consequences of it.

Many years ago, I was in the home of a person who was $200 behind on her phone bill, (Remember this was the early 90s…that was a HUGE phone bill for the times), call the phone company and yell and scream at the customer service person on the other end. Her rationale for not paying was absolutely ridiculous. This person was so rude and obnoxious, in the end the customer service person wrote off the bill. As soon as the customer service person gave the person what she wanted, she switched off the witch and resumed her normal tone of voice. I was shocked at this person’s behavior…..I was also fresh out of college and believed everyone wanted to change and have a better life. I hope you didn’t burn yourself when you spit out your coffee laughing

I was talking to a homeless man on the street and I had on my CBC hockey jacket which is my high school. This man said that he always dreamed of going to CBC and playing hockey, he told me that he was all set to go then the school especially hockey got too expensive. This was a turning point that made me realize how lucky I am that my parents sacrifice many things to send my three siblings and me to Catholic schools from pre-k to high school and pay for college for my siblings. Not everyone is able to be given the opportunity that my siblings and I have been given by our