The lessons we take from obstacles we encounter can be fundamental to later success. Recount a time when you faced a challenge, setback, or failure. How did it affect you, and what did you learn from the experience?
Having to sit and watch your friends and teammates play the sport you love most is a different kind of pain. There are people who play but don’t want to and just sit on the bench dreading when they have to go in. I would have done anything to just play for one minute.
Taking on this new role as a teammate I learned a lot, not just about the game but how to be a better leader, how to show my teammates I am proud of them, to be more vocal, and how to overcome my negative mindsets and focus on the positives. Tearing your ACL is a lot of pain physically, but just as hard mentally and I wasn’t ready for that. The emotional strain it has on you, putting up a front pretending to be okay, and not being able to do simple day to day things for a little while. Moving forward I got cautious for everything, to not wreck my process I made. But now back to playing sports again every move I make I hesitate a little after making sure nothing happened. It sucks playing with that thought in the back of your mind, any slightly wrong movement and it could all happen again.
It helped so much having an amazing support system who pushed me to get better everyday and not letting me give up. Without having them there to get me through the bad days I wouldn’t have made it this far this quick. They encouraged me to do my best, to push through the hard time, because the end will be worth it. My friends offered to workout with me so I do my therapy, helping me get around while on crutches, driving me places, checking up on me, and helping me with school work when I had to miss. It affected my parents a lot more than what I thought it would, they felt my pain, they gave up a lot to help me, they supported me, and they took my attitudes when I was crabby and frustrated.
Going to therapy 2 times a week for an hour at a time I gained a really good relationship with my therapist. She could relate to me so much because she went through the same experience when she was in high school. Having her relate to me helped the process so much and motivated me to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Having to sit and watch your friends and teammates play the sport you love most is a different kind of pain. There are people who play but don’t want to and just sit on the bench dreading when they have to go in. I would have done anything to just play for one minute.
Taking on this new role as a teammate I learned a lot, not just about the game but how to be a better leader, how to show my teammates I am proud of them, to be more vocal, and how to overcome my negative mindsets and focus on the positives. Tearing your ACL is a lot of pain physically, but just as hard mentally and I wasn’t ready for that. The emotional strain it has on you, putting up a front pretending to be okay, and not being able to do simple day to day things for a little while. Moving forward I got cautious for everything, to not wreck my process I made. But now back to playing sports again every move I make I hesitate a little after making sure nothing happened. It sucks playing with that thought in the back of your mind, any slightly wrong movement and it could all happen again.
It helped so much having an amazing support system who pushed me to get better everyday and not letting me give up. Without having them there to get me through the bad days I wouldn’t have made it this far this quick. They encouraged me to do my best, to push through the hard time, because the end will be worth it. My friends offered to workout with me so I do my therapy, helping me get around while on crutches, driving me places, checking up on me, and helping me with school work when I had to miss. It affected my parents a lot more than what I thought it would, they felt my pain, they gave up a lot to help me, they supported me, and they took my attitudes when I was crabby and frustrated.
Going to therapy 2 times a week for an hour at a time I gained a really good relationship with my therapist. She could relate to me so much because she went through the same experience when she was in high school. Having her relate to me helped the process so much and motivated me to see the light at the end of the tunnel.