I have learned a great many things from playing soccer. It has changed my entire outlook on and attitude toward life. Before my freshman year at Cool high school, I was shy, had low self-esteem and turned away from seemingly impossible challenges. Soccer has altered all of these qualities. On the first day of freshman practice, the team warmed up with a game of soccer. The players were split up and the game began. However, during the game, I noticed that I didn't' t run as hard as I could, nor did I try to evade my defender and get open. The fact of the matter is that I really did not want to receive the ball. I didn't' t want to be the one at fault if the play didn't' t succeed. I did not want the responsibility of helping the team
I awoke to bright lights, making it difficult to see my surroundings. I could feel the soft bed beneath me forming to the shape of my body. The faint sound of a beeping heart rate monitor replaced the silence of the room. As my vision cleared, I glanced upward to see a group of concerned doctors conferring with one another. I tried to sit up, only to realize that I didn’t have the strength to. I became more confused and began to desperately ask the doctors questions.
One cold sunny weekend in February of 2014 in Madison, MS the Saint Stanislaus boys just arrived to the hotel where they would stay for the night before the big game. All was good the night before we ate and later went to sleep. We all woke up around eight in the morning and had breakfast. We left for the fields around twelve because the game was at two in the evening.
“Right this way,” the nurse ahead of me was prompting me to a brightly lit hall that was completely foreign to me. I couldn’t help but be terrified by the sights and sounds around me: people chattering, machines methodically beeping, gurneys rushing past. It was my first time in a hospital and my eyes frantically searched each room looking for any trace of my father. She stopped suddenly and I turned to the bed in front of me but I could not comprehend what I saw. At such a young age, I idolized my father; I had never seen him so vulnerable. Seeing him laying in a hospital bed unconscious, surrounded by wires and tubes was like witnessing Superman encounter kryptonite. My dad’s car accident not only made him a quadriplegic, but also crippled
In Emergency Medical Technician school, you learn that when a patient is in critical condition they will feel an impending sense of doom before there body goes into complete shock. After this drastic change in behavior I sensed that his condition was about to get much worse. As he began to scream his evergreen eyes found mine. Our eyes were locked, and that’s when I watched them disappear like a sunset into the back of his head. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if it was my eyes that were the last thing he saw on Earth. Then he seized. All I remember thinking was that I had to get out of the
Personal Narrative Essay Sitting in a hospital waiting room, alone, afraid; and waiting for the news; would she be ok? Would she even survive? My nerves were out of control; my heart was beating through my chest, you could literally see it thumping through my top. The beads of sweat racing
My brother kept on crying as I pulled him closer into my arms, listening to the sirens blasting the in distance. As the ambulance pulled up, I couldn’t move. My body was frozen holding my brother watching the paramedics pull my mom from the car. I tried to call out for her, but nothing came out. They worked quickly strapping her to a gurney and whisking her off into the distance. Through the fog, I watched the ambulance until I could no longer see the lights. It was then realized that my mother was gone, and we were all alone. As a policeman approached us he got down on one knee to be face to face with me.
Have you seen my husband? Is all my mom was shouting as she held my hand tightly, running back and forth through the hospital? A receptionist sent us to a room, which felt like coming into an isolated mausoleum. The cold air enveloped my entire body, ice has replaced
The room was swarming. My heart raced as I watched. I had lost track of myself until the orders of a nurse brought me back. “Jack, grab the crash cart!” she exclaimed while performing compressions. I sprinted to the nurse’s station, grabbed the crash cart, and sprinted back. I retook my position and continued to watch. The patient regained her pulse only to lose it again minutes later. After an additional fifteen minutes of compressions she was back. Relief flooded my body. At the time I didn’t feel anything other than futility, the adrenaline seemed to have numbed most of my thoughts. Later that night I kept replaying the entire scene in my head. I could vividly remember the family crying outside, the efficiency with which the physicians worked, and a strong feeling of helplessness I felt at the time, wanting to help, but being unable to do so was infuriating. I could not stop thinking about. About a week later I came to the conclusion that what I had witnessed was something beautiful. Everyone in that room was dedicated to saving this person’s life. This was their job, and it was nothing short of heroism. Even more heartening was the humanity of it all. Witnessing those physicians, having dedicated their lives to be there at that moment to save this person’s life was truly inspiring.
Sweating, feet shaking and heart racing. Looking around in fear not wanting to be called on. Paralyzed with fear of been asked to do simple tasks such as reading or talking. As children we all have fears, weaknesses, as well as obstacles. My biggest obstacle was not so big. Coming from a different country, every single day showing up at school not knowing anyone or knowing the language, becoming a complete stranger, an outcast. A ghost among the world, wondering without knowing a single thing about this bizarre, unfamiliar place. Homework i couldn't understand or even be able to read. Seen my parents working hard to find a place to live and not been able to help me because just as well we came from a different place, almost seemed like a
For every individual, there is one main idea, concept, or occurrence which holds power over their life. I am a perfectionist in everything I do. In my life, the thought of change and fear of the unknown, at times hindered me from life’s possibilities. While it is not unusual to face adversity throughout your lifetime, my ability to embrace change and use it as a foundation of personal growth ultimately culminated in 2016-2017.
The pain was unbearable some days, but the only thing I could do was take Advil and wrap it up. Every day after a four hour practice, I would change my wrap with a fresh one. Physically my body didn’t get any better, my feet were torn, blistered, cut, swollen, and I even had a couple broken toes, my wrist wasn’t improving either. Refusing to let anyone see I was hurting, I continued on. Luckily I didn’t give up; I survived the whole month without being booted out. I couldn’t say the same for most of my friends. Only three of my friends remained, and we all knew that it wasn’t just dancing to survive, but dancing to win the
When I finally attempted the dive, it went well. Once I jumped off the platform, muscle memory allowed me to perform the dive the same way I had for years. I was proud of myself for overcoming my fear but at the same time slightly disappointed for having wasted months of practice. I had placed all my effort into my training but did not believe in my own capabilities, or the fact my coaches would not put me in a situation I could not handle.
One extracurricular activities that had the biggest impact on me on have to be cheer. Being in cheer taught me that trusting people are okay and that you don't always have to be independent all the time. I say this to use stunts for a example you did to trust your bases that they will catch you as you are coming down. So i say this to say that in life you will need someone there to be there to pick you up. I grew up the kid that thought i could everything and anything by myself so but life is like a stunt sometime you may need someone there to pick you up and you may need someone to be your base to your
I can remember sitting in a cold hospital chair, waiting for my name to be called. I hear breathing and the soft murmurs of the others who are there for their own reasons. It takes me by surprise when my mom nudged my arm, letting me know it was my turn to be seen. My mind was clouded with the thoughts of what if and we’re lucky were okay. When the nurse left us in the room she took all noise and left only silence. My heart started to beat like a caged bird in my chest, my palms and back began to perspire, and my words tumbled out. The secret that felt dark to me for so long was released from the depths of my conscience and I knew there was no turning back. All my late night googling and library searching lead up to that precise moment, when