My Most Defining Moment In College Softball

Many different things in people’s life can change their lives completely. One thing that changed the way that I look at things is softball. Softball as a whole showed me many life skills needed for my future. Softball changed my life in more ways than one. For example it showed me to have self control, watch my grades, and work together.

So I could remember the time in 3rd grade when I broke my leg. How did I break my leg? I broke my leg by getting it stuck in a seesaw at the playground. So I was at my sister's soccer game and I went to the playground. The first thing I went on was the seesaws. What I did is I walked up the seesaw and my leg slipped in between the pipes in the seesaw. I didn’t know what to do so I lifted my leg out. What I didn’t know is when I lifted it out, I twisted it and broke one of the bones. So i limped my leg to my parents and told them what happened. They took me to the hospital and discovered one of my bones and had to be on crutches for about two months. This is one interesting fact about me. Three other interesting facts about me is I am a

Have you ever had so much passion for a sport you have been playing for almost your whole life? I love playing all positions of softball and I admire everything that comes with it that includes battle wounds, road trips to games, making memories to practicing out on home field getting ready to bat some love into their lives. Softball is not an easy sport at all but it’s my passion and a privilege to be able to stand on that field. So much love, effort and hard work has been put in over the years. After 12 years of truly knowing the sport these are my favorite things out on the field such as pitching with strength, sliding with passion, and batting to hear all of your support to make a home run!

Softball is my life. I have always played it and always been around it. It is the thing I truly love to do and I don’t know what I would do without it. This is my story about softball.

When I think about an event or accomplishment that marked a significant transitional period in my life, I’m taken back to the days of home runs, strikes, and double plays. Yes, I’m referring to good old fashion softball.

It was 9 a.m. and my mom barged into my room. She turned on my light and told me to get ready. The light hit my face forcing me to wake up. I could hear my mom and dad packing and loading our luggage into our truck. Today’s the day, I thought, Today was my last softball tournament for at least 4 months. I got that same feeling that I get when you go down the first arch on a roller coaster in my stomach. This happens every time I have a tournament or game. My stomach flips and I get butterflies in my stomach. I get nervous to make a mistake, make everyone mad, and frustrate everyone, especially my family. My anxiety consumes me and I get so nervous when the ball comes to me that my heart starts racing. I don’t want to be the one to let everyone down. But I’ve been getting better at not being scared. I’ve been trying to believe in myself more and have been overcoming my fear. I put my thoughts aside and got up, brushed my teeth, put my contacts on, washed my face, and got my uniform on. I brushed my my hair, put it in a ponytail and got some gel to slick back my hair. The gel felt like slime as I slicked it back on my hair, and I put my bow on. I went to my room to get my sweatband and was debating on what color I should wear to match my uniform. I decided to bring both of my headbands and decide which one I should wear today on the ride over to the ballpark. I got my bag that I had packed yesterday, double checked that I had everything I

On February 22, 2015, I lost my ability to walk. Of course, it was only temporary. The night before, I fractured the third, fourth, and fifth metatarsals in my right foot. Granted, this was nearly inevitable as the cause of the incident emerged from sheer imbecility; I was in a five-dollar store with two friends, decided to join them in attempting to ride the penny boards, fell, and fractured my foot. Admittedly, the simple act of fracturing a bone is rather insignificant, especially for an individual who doesn't participate in sports or strenuous activity, but my temporary disability allowed me to reflect on my priorities and improve myself.

After the first field trip of fifth grade we had some time to play outside because we missed all of are recesses . So while we were outside my friends and I found this big puddle my friends dared me to jump in. They started chanting so I decided to do it when I jumped I felt the water fill in my shoes my socks were soggy my clothes were moist. when I was finished with my dare I got asked to do one more thing and that was to jump over the puddle instead of jumping over it I jumped right in the center of it .

When we got to the Children’s Hospital I remembered my dad got their and they took x-rays of my toes and I saw that those 3 bones looked really, really bad they were all broken because of my nephews, sister’s and my fault. Why my fault? Because I listened to them. Then, I remembered that they put a cast on my leg and I had to use crutches. To be honest, I never really used the crutches, I jumped (on my left foot) everywhere in the house, but when I started to go back to school I had to use them (which I didn’t really like.) One of the days I was at school we had like a kind of fitness

Roughly two years ago on a cool fall night in October I was playing junior varsity football at Cushman field against the roughriders. This was the first year I ever played football and had already become a starter. I was the last line of defense on kickoff and ended up colliding with the opponent who had received the kick. After the contact, he was out of bounds and I was laying on the sideline in pain unable to get up. I ended up tearing my Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) and my lateral meniscus in my right knee and knew after surgery I would need help doing everything because of my inability to walk.

The pain in my back doubled and I knew I was done. The doctors told me that I had two stress fractures in my 5th lumbar and that in order to fully recover I would need months of physical therapy and to wear a brace at all times. This injury brought many new obstacles into my life. My focus was not only on school but on recovery, which took time away from homework, friends and family. Not only did it change my daily schedule, but it also took away my ability to participate in the sport that I loved. At first glance this situation seemed unbearable, however, it was a blessing in disguise. I learned a lot about myself through this injury. I learned that the course of my life was in the hands of someone much greater than me, and to trust in a plan not devised by myself, but by God. I learned to push myself, but to know my limits and to listen to my body. Most importantly I learned who I wanted to be. My doctors, my physical therapist, my family and my friends poured themselves into my recovery, helping me and encouraging me

As babies most of us go through some sort of traumatic experience. Whether it be a high fever from an illness or a near miss car wreck. Nine times out of ten we never remember these incidents, with only stories from relatives to know that they happened. I can remember mine with perfect clarity. At the age of one year old, one day before my second birthday, I sat in my day care with my hands leaning back looking up at the colorful displays. While it is illegal in North Carolina to not have heavy bookshelves mounted to the ground, this day care had chosen to forgo that rule and use them as room dividers. A little boy on the other side of the divider with sandy blond hair shoved his backpack into the cubby, excited to go out and play among his friends. One of the poorly taken care of wheels on the bottom of this bookshelf collapsed toppling over onto my hand, crushing almost every bone in the process and partially severing two of my fingers on my left hand. After 3 blood transfusions, a life flight trip to Duke Hospital, 3 later surgeries, and careful reconstruction, I am now left with a functioning hand albeit slightly deformed on the two severed fingers. These incredible doctors were able to save the nail bed although my middle finger curves over somewhat bent inward along with some scarring. This is what life would be like for me with a perfect hand for three days.

It was august 4 3:47pm just 5 minutes before my arm would crack. My neighbor and I were upstairs in my room when she said “I’m bored let’s go outside. After 2 minutes we left my room and went into the hall. I slipped my shoes on half way and thought, once i’m in the living room I will put them on completely. The railing of the stairs measured, right by my waist, so I locked my arms. I had just started to go to the third step when my right leg slipped and I fell,landing seated.

It was at the moment that I felt pain in my right shoulder. I considered myself lucky to have never experienced a significant injury until one event changed everything. I was in ninth grade at Spanish Fork Junior High. It was lunch time. When you attend junior high you don’t get recess like you do in elementary where you can go play on the playground with all of your friends. Instead you can go run and play on all the huge soccer fields. That’s exactly what my friends Tori, Chris, and Daniela and I decided to do. After we ate our lunch we headed out to the grassy fields to play flag football. When we got to the fields Chris noticed a couple of girls who were known to be popular. They were on the Spanish Fork High School Drill Team. They were doing tricks on each others shoulders. He got the idea that I should get on his shoulders after he saw the girls getting on each others. He thought it was outstanding. Chris considered himself to be strong and athletic. I hesitated a little with no self control I listened to Chris. Thinking if girls can hold each other up on their shoulders, then why can’t Chris without getting hurt?

It was at the moment that I felt pain in my right shoulder. I considered myself lucky to have never experienced a significant injury until one event changed everything. I was in ninth grade at Spanish Fork Junior High. It was lunch time. When you attend junior high you don’t get recess like you do in elementary where you can go play on the playground with all of your friends. Instead you can go run and play on all the huge soccer fields. That’s exactly what my friends Tori, Chris, and Daniela and I decided to do. After we ate our lunch we headed out to the grassy fields to play flag football. When we got to the fields Chris noticed a couple of girls who were known to be popular. They were on the Spanish Fork High School Drill Team. They were doing tricks on each others shoulders. He got the idea that I should get on his shoulders after he saw the girls getting on each others. He thought it was outstanding. Chris considered himself to be strong and athletic. I hesitated a little with no self control I listened to Chris. Thinking if girls can hold each other up on their shoulders, then why can’t Chris without getting hurt?