My Football Experience

Everything happens for a reason. Everyday I am constantly learning things to improve myself in life. Whether it’s learning a new technique of making up my bed faster or planning my day ahead in a notebook, nothing compares to all the skills i acquired from joining the football team. Everybody knows football isn’t an easy sport, but you don’t know how hard it is until you actually put those pads on. Since football is a team sport, you can’t win a game by yourself. I learn how to put my trust in others in order to win. I couldn’t show weakness, I had to pick up myself while encouraging my teammates to win the battle. It wasn’t easy as we’re competing with others who might have worked as hard as us. Luckily, practice during the week prepared

Sports has always been a huge part of my life. I would be the one team player who took the sports season a little bit too seriously. I was the number 1 doubles player on my school's JV tennis team. Unfortunately, I fractured my ankle during my junior year and wasn't able to play with my team. I was devastated, but I didn’t allow myself to become disconnected from my team. I became the team manager to allow myself to still play a role in my team, despite my injury. I would record scores to my division leaders and take pictures to post on the website I created for my team. After the season was over, my doctor told me my ankles required surgery to become fully healed. I knew that meant I couldn’t continue to play tennis, but I didn’t want to give

Playing football was probably one of the most valuable experiences I’ve had in my lifetime. It taught me a lot of things and I learned a lot of lessons. In this writing you will learn what I went through when I was on the football team.

Believing that my knee was strong and that it had a great deal of muscle control, I did not think to continuously strengthen it. I relied on the strength my knee had, which inevitably, turned out to be a massive mistake. By tearing the ligament that held my knee together, I was not able to walk on my own for at least two months, I missed out on many events my junior year that kept me busy and made me happy. Some of the events I missed out on were playing in basketball games, doing color guard at football games, competing at state for marching band, and competing at show choir competitions. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus not only taught me to not rely on my morals, but it also taught me to not let this setback keep me down.

As I put off opportunities to improve my skills, and my character, the toll only became harsher and more difficult to overcome. In turn, my status among the other athletes began to deteriorate. Witnessing my peers expedite their game as I still struggled did not phase me so much at the time. In fact, I was sure that my role on the team would remain the same. This was obviously false, as within the matter of weeks I was pushed back further in the batting lineup, and committing more errors in the field than ever before. It was during our playoff run that I had realized the resulting detriment, when each player was counted on more than ever before. We ended up making it to the championship, only being one run short of winning. Although our team was able to accomplish that much, I felt short handed when it came to the successful

It was the aftermath of the Friday night game that I’ve given any signs of an injury, and my family and close ones felt sorrow for me and the following Monday. Throughout my life, peers and elders engraved an image onto me being that sports held a bright future for me, and it will lead to the true path of greatness, and one single injury puts me an aggravating, melancholy rut. Viewing my teammates playing angered me since the injury forced me into a world of therapy for the rest of the season. All the promises I made for myself were undone, athletic scholarships, the path to greatness, and my only school pastime and passion flowed throughout my body and into a pipe dream.

Brian Pham Lyon English ERWC, Period 3 23 September 2014 Personal Statement On March 21st, 2014, I came into my high school football coach’s room, preparing to talk to him about joining his team. Being in his presence at first was extremely nerve wrecking.

In life you have to experience difficulties before you will ever experience success. I have always loved baseball. I started playing as a kid and continued into my high school years. During this time, I experienced frustration and eventually happiness came. Throughout this story I wasn’t focused on one moment, but all of the moments leading up to the signing for my college. The main experiences took place in many places, Chicago, Harrisburg, and West Frankfort. Playing baseball is a family event for me. My family supports me and is always there to cheer me on. These moments are so important to me is because I spent my entire life working to be signed by a college.

The week of ICCA State, I received my second concussion. This time I was not a flyer, but fell to the ground catching my flyer. I prevented her from getting injured, but it marked the end of my cheerleading career. After this incident, I realized that cheer was no longer worth the risk. Giving up cheer felt like I was giving up my dream. I planned to one day try out for a D1 college cheer team. Once I was fully recovered, I decided I would focus on dance. I had danced for years off and on, but I had never thought about continuing it, especially after high school. After a year of dance team, I had found my new passion. We received second place at nationals and I was the only soloist on my team. Today, I am thankful for the series of misfortune because they lead me to where I truly belong. Now I understand how precious life is and that mine was spared by the grace of God. I am currently a senior in high school and plan to dance at Lindenwood University next fall. I plan to study biological sciences on a pre-dental tract to one day become an orthodontist. My injuries have not only shaped my goals and work-ethic, but also my attitude, beliefs, and personality. I am a more positive and understanding person because I know what it is like to struggle but also to

My Physical Therapist told me, “ If you work hard and do all your exercises at home then you will be back to baseball in 10 months, but you will probably not be able to make it back to play your senior year of baseball.” With that being said, it basically took all the motivation I had built up out of me to do well in therapy. Why work hard in something if you know that it’s not going to get you where you want to be? Questions like that lived inside of my head for days, the thoughts of not being able to play my senior year suffocated me at night. Leaving me wide awake until my eyes could not bare to stay open. Why me? What did I possibly do to deserve such a harsh injury and set back? I was trapped inside of my own head. For weeks I went through the motions not only at physical therapy, but also with my life. Before getting injured I thought I had everything figured out. Then it seemed like life just slapped me in the face and laughed. My only motivation for doing well in school was Baseball. Since I had that taken away from me I had no reason to want to do well in anything. I was falling behind in my classes, but most importantly I was falling apart as an individual. These types of behaviors and actions went on for three to four

I was lucky enough to have him by my side for all 17 years of my life that I’ve lived. He’s truly a role model and has been through many obstacles and had to overcome adversity. On January 25th of this year, my mom died in a car accident. She was a diabetic and was under a lot of stress. After dropping my dad off at the hospital for work she had low blood sugar and ended up having a heart attack behind the wheel. That took a toll on me. It was the worst day of my life. I never pictured myself growing up without having both a mom and a dad. It hit me so hard that I didn’t want to go to school again and i was strongly pondering quitting football. My whole football team wanted to be there for me and I’d have to say thats one of the reasons i didn’t quit. The biggest reason i stuck with it is because I knew my mom would want me to. She knows that since i was little i’ve wanted to be a football player so now, i do it in her name. Moments like these in my life have made me the strong, hard working individual that I am right now. Last year, during my junior season in the Spring game I tore my rotator cuff and my labrum on my right shoulder completely. I had surgery and now I am healed and ready to get after it my senior year. So far, I’ve been talking to schools like Illinois, Illinois State, Arkansas State, Central Arkansas, Idaho, Miami, and

My essay is about the time I tried football. My mom's friend wanted me to do football because her son was. I declined her offer many times, but I finally said yes. My mom said I could try it once and see if I liked and if I did not I could quit. She ended up lying to me! I got over it tho.

My life was consumed by hitting practices, infield drills, and conditioning. My hard work was going to pay off, and I would receive a college scholarship. After all, softball was the biggest part of my life for the past eight years. But it all changed in tenth grade, when I got injured during the season. I was unaware of the extent of my wrist, and being the strong-willed girl that I am, I played through the pain. Eventually, my performance on the field began to drastically decrease. Leaving us with no other option; I had to go get it checked. Months came and went. Doctor’s appointments did too. It took six months to diagnose me with a torn wrist ligament. Being told that my condition was surgical made my world stand still. Having a long road of recovery; unfortunately, meant I was unable to play the game I love. God taught me lessons while I sat the bench that He wouldn’t have been able to if I was on the field. I wasn’t supposed to play softball after high school. I wasn’t even supposed to play all the way through high school. My whole outlook on life changed while I was on the injured list. I realized that the softball team was my mission field. Instead of worrying about playing time, I was more interested in who I could lead to Christ. I would have never shepherded three teammates back to

It was not long before I went to the doctors and got an x-ray confirming my foot was broken. The doctor told me I would have to wear a boot and crutches for six weeks. I giggled as I was always curious how it is to be in one of those cool boots. I miscalculated this small crack and chip on the x-ray and figured I will be alright. To be honest, I was relieved since my

For as long as I can remember football has been a part of my life in some way, shape, or form. When I was first born my grandfather said that I was solid and built to play football. I used to throw the football with my mother when I was a toddler and she always told me that when I tried to tackle her I hit really hard. My first organized football experience was when I was five. I had just moved to Manassas, VA from Washington, D.C. in 1994. It was around fall and that was right at the beginning of football season in the area. I remember telling my mother that I wanted to play, so she looked for a local organization for children. She came across the Greater Manassas Football League (GMFL) and that is where I began to play the game I