Adversity Personal Narrative Handling adversity is something that all people must do throughout their lives, but it is the ways in which individuals approach adversity that sets us apart. There are two contrasting ways in which you can respond to adversity: 1) you can either curl up into a ball and accept the outcome as it is 2) you can take control of the situation and work hard to make the resulting outcome in your favor. I faced adversity within sports when I was diagnosed with a physical disorder as a child.
When I was young, I experienced frequent, unexplainable falls; whether I was playing a sport or just standing in place, I would end up on the ground. Eventually, my parents took me to a medical specialist, and I was diagnosed with low muscle tone. I was told that I would need to work hard every day just to become able to stand upright and that I should no longer compete in contact sports. As I just began playing football, this was devastating to me. After hearing the doctor’s diagnosis, I could have just accepted that I would never be the athlete I aspired to be or just given up on athletics all together. However, hearing him tell me that I could
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I would get pounded on by the bigger and stronger players during practice and was discouraged early on. I thought about quitting within the first couple of months. However, when my family saw that I was having a hard time, and we sat down and talked about it. Even though the doctor suggested that I should never play contact sports, they believed in my capabilities and told me that if I worked harder than anybody else, nothing the doctor said would matter. As my first year of football came to an end, my dad began teaching me how to exercise. We lifted weights and ran together until I got the hang of it, then continued exercising on my own. I devoted all of my energy into everything I did, knowing that I had to improve each day in order to compare to the other
It was a summer of 2000 during my first year of my high school, the soccer tryouts had just been announced. I was so excited to hear about tryouts, and I couldn’t wait to start playing for my high school soccer team. I met with the soccer coach of the High School team to discuss my interest to become a part of his team. The coach was very impressed after the meeting, he told me he had never met a person that has so much ambition of playing soccer and he couldn’t wait to see me to be a part of his team. I was fully confident in myself that I would make the team and impress the coach in the first soccer tryouts, after a few days had gone by, the physical check-up form had to be filled by a family doctor, and returned before the tryouts. I rushed
I loved everything about the sport, knew everything about the sport, and simply wanted to be physically involved with the sport. I signed up for my local football organization and greatly anticipated the start of the season. My first season our team finished undefeated, winning each game with ease. I played offensive line and enjoyed every play, finally being a part of the sport I loved. My coach at the time admired my hard work and dedication, repeatedly telling my fellow teammates that we should all aspire to have a work ethic such as my own. At the end of the season, my coach suggested I practice to become a quarterback. A quarterback is usually one of the skinniest players on the team, a trait I certainly didn't have. If I were to be a quarterback, I would have to lose at least thirty pounds and practice almost every day until the next season. As crazy as the suggestion seemed to me at the time, I gladly accepted the challenge and almost instantly began to work to become the best quarterback I could
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
This issue is very important to me as former high school athlete. I have been playing soccer since I was seven years old and continued playing soccer all the way into my high school years. The first year of my high school season was cut short after I tore my anterior crucial ligament (ACL) in my knee, which required surgery and nine months of physical therapy. During those months of rehabilitation, my coach contacted me one time to see when I would be ready to play and I did not see any of my teammates until I came back the next season. During many of my physical therapy sessions I began to question my importance and role on the team. I had the best freshman season in school hi...
A wise man, Michael Jordan once said, “Obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.” This personal experience I have faced has shaped me into the person I am today. From playing Amateur Athletic Union (AAU) basketball to a life-changing injury; a torn anterior cruciate ligament (ACL). Everyone faces challenges in their everyday lives. Once you realize you can do anything you put your mind to, overcoming obstacles will become much unchallenging.
It was simple, at first thought, my career was over. As I was rushed to the hospital, I thought I was never going to play football again. The pain was so unbearable, that every bump in the road would sent a shooting pain throughout my leg. I was for certain that I would never return the field again.
My full name is Zachary Randall Durbin and when I wasn’t born yet my mom was going to name me Mathew. I don’t like that name because it doesn’t seem like it would fit me. Luckily my Uncle came to town 2 days before I was born and I’m not sure what he did to convince my mom of agreeing with the name Zach. I love my uncle for that. Well when I was 3 years old my real I got my name from my uncle because my mom wanted me to be Matthew but thanks to my uncle I have the name that seems to fit me the most.
One of my most prominent memories is being 4 years old and coming home with my dad from pre-k to find that my typically present mother was nowhere to be found; all her things gone except for her wedding band that was left on my parent’s dresser. At the time I didn’t fully understand the situation, only that my mom had gone away and most likely wasn’t coming back. It was not until a year later that I even got a call from her.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Said a ruffled voice, coming from my half-opened door. Raising my head from the bed, squinting my eyes, trying to see who was at the door, there stood my chloric father.
It was a beautiful morning, the brisk breeze was on my cheeks and the summer smell of fresh cut soybeans filled the air. It was the perfect morning to ride and the great starting of the cool air of fall. The horses were full and ready to travel, the dogs were excited for the ride. My friend and I was in the saddle by 7:00am and ready to head out. We stated by the Old Man’s Cove is the nick name this haunt full little place had obtained. It is almost a place you’d see in the old scary movies with the moss over taking the huge Cyprus trees and the murky green water that you could imagine a monster lurking in to attack. Yeller and Kokaroo the dogs, Kokaroo is a blue merlin bred alstrailin shepherd he has two different color eye a blue and a brown;
I often find myself busy outside school. Sometimes I wonder if other people are to. I participate in many things. Also I enjoy hanging out with my friend. My days outside school are pretty entertaining and in my own way busy.
I went to private school until high school and thus wouldn’t really know anyone. My one close friend who I entered public school with currently stands at 5’1”. There were stares but not as many as I expected. I attend a nationally recognized all-girls school and there are girls here who do play sports and are well over 6 feet fall. Being this tall wasn’t really a big deal Without the constant negative attention, I was able to be myself in all my funny, goofy, caring glory. The friendships I gained helped boost my confidence. I began seeing my height as an advantage. When I stand up and talk, people listen and they remember me. It took others to point out the positives and help me to feel better about myself. Kayla is a pretty common name. There is actually a girl in my graduating class with the exact same first and last name as I have. I am Kayla, you know “tall, funny, nice Kayla.” All of those comments that plagued me for years now became compliments and I became
I sunk deeper into my covers as if it was possible to disappear from existence. Instantly wet covers meet my cheek and the familiar smell of home comes to me. I don’t remember how long I’ve been crying, my heart feels like an anchor was weighing it down. The words that keeps replaying in my head was I’m alone. I’m not good enough for him. He’s going to find someone better. I wish this is just a dream and things can go back to the way it was. But I knew I had to go to school. I had to stay strong to keep my tears from falling in school. I quickly looked for a pair of jeans, a hoodie, socks and my purple backpack. I turned the cold metal doorknob and headed outside, a rush of air hit my face. The moon was still in the dark sky, I liked walking
As a child I was always scared of meeting new people and doing anything remotely out of my comfort zone. As I started doing drama I learned that theatre is all about going out of your comfort zone and meeting new people, so I guess you could say that was a struggle for me. When I entered my freshman year at Tollgate, I discovered I would be able to audition for plays and musicals at Bishop Hendricken High School. Hearing this, I was excited, but I also realised that meant I would have to submerge myself into a program filled with the most eccentric people I had yet to meet. I skipped the first show of the year, It’s a Wonderful Life, because I knew I was not ready to enter a program that I knew would alter me forever. I finally decided to enter
I arose from my sleep up with my mouth feeling like a desert and saw the moon, which reflected off the lake in front of the lodge, shining it’s light into our small room, all of my family was asleep so tiptoed down the stairs and looked out the gargantuan rectangular window and the scene was breathtaking the mountains towered out of my sight and the moonlight outlined them with light. I detected a rattle somewhere around in my surroundings spun around and saw a janitor, camouflaged in the darkness wearing a black jumpsuit and had a scraggly, ungroomed gray beard.