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How Soccer Has Changed My Life
In the words of Macklemore, “Life can change in an instant” (Macklemore, 2012). For me, this was the case. The first week of September in 2015, my life changed and as my fifteen, almost sixteen, year old self can say, it definitely was for the better. At the time, it felt like my whole life was crashing and burning. Almost like I was drowning and couldn’t reach the surface no matter how hard I tried. The years leading up to now were the hardest years I’ve ever experienced. Every day was a constant fight inside of me. That was until one day, it all changed. One day, it felt like I could breathe again, I surfaced from the deep ocean and I was no longer fighting with myself. One day after the big turning moment, and later my own changes, I found …show more content…
Soccer was going extremely well and I was performing exceptionally. Then, it changed. I quite literally turned around and I dislocated my left knee. In all the commotion of the people and hospital, I knew my life was changing. A single thought crossed my mind as I was getting loaded onto the stretcher. What if I can never play soccer again? I replayed those words in my head throughout my whole recovery process. The first four months were the hardest. The motivation to do anything wasn’t there. Mentally, I struggled to find the drive to get out of bed every morning. I’d realized soccer was the one good thing in my life and without it, what was I supposed to …show more content…
My escape was volleyball. I continued soccer and switched to the Nanaimo team, but it took a back seat to my priorities. Volleyball was my new focus and it helped me be at peace with the fact that my knee would never be at one hundred percent ever again. At the start of winter 2017, I tried out for the Mariners Volleyball Club. MVC is a high-intensity club focused on the athlete and team development. When my mom told me I made the team, I was overjoyed. It’s what I had been hoping for, for so long. Currently, I’m so proud of myself that I could find the motivation for this new volleyball team. This newfound drive and motivation transferred into my school work. There’s something in me that wants and needs to keep going at it until I succeed. There’s something in me that wants to stay happy. Something that drives

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